"I tumbled down over the chair, and he got out of the window, and I come out of the door."
"Well, I got entangled in the reins; but I got off after him, only his long legs carried him over everything. I tell you what, Wilkinson, if I were to be born again, and intended to be a runner, I would bespeak a pair of long legs."
"Why?"
"Because I should be able to get along better. You have no idea of how he skimmed along the ground; it was quite beautiful, only it wasn't good to follow it."
"A regular sky scraper!"
"Yes, or something of that sort; he looked like a patent flying shadow."
"Well, get up and lead the way; we'll follow you."
"I dare say you will—when I lead the way back there; for as to going out yonder, it is quite out of the question. I want supper to-night and breakfast to-morrow morning."
"Well, what has that to do with it?"
"Just this much: if you follow any farther, you'll get into the woods, and there you'll be, going round and round, like a squirrel in a cage, without being able to get out, and you will there get none of the good things included under the head of those meals."