But there was some rough country to get over. Gaps, masses of uprooted trees, rocks, earth and vegetation mingled in confusion.
At last we arrived at home—no, not home! Nothing but a heap of ruins!
And where was Grilly? We searched, but found him not. We called, and called again; but answer there came none.
Pippity, with a shrill and deafening cry uttered ceaselessly: "Grilly! Grilly! Grilly! Grilly!"
But answer there came none.
And all the next day we sought, and still poor Pippity cried, "Grilly! Grilly!"
But the dead, the lost, answer not.
A home we had no longer. Where once stood magnificence, ruin now stared us in the face.
"Pippity!" I said to poor Polly, "we will leave this once glorious spot. Our home is desolate. It is home no longer. Let us seek new scenes in other lands."