"I will keep still," replied Miss Frizzle, in alarm. "I'll keep as still as a possible mouse!"
The ride was a very pleasant one. The bright dandelions were gone long ago; but there were plenty of other flowers by the roadside, and the birds in the trees sang gaily.
"See 'em fly 'way off up! O Dr. Papa, they touch the ceiling of the sky!" said the "possible mouse."
When they reached the city, she wanted to walk the streets by herself, but consented to take her mother's hand. She loved the many-colored windows and the loud noises; but she was happiest of all, when, at five o'clock, her father and mother took her into an eating-saloon, and called for a lunch.
She had never been in such a place before.
"I want some jelly and cake and pie and puddin' and every thing," said Flaxie, as her papa tapped the little bell.
"Dry toast for three; tea for two," said Dr. Gray to the waiter.
"But I want some nuts," whispered Flaxie, ready to cry. She meant doughnuts.