"Now," said Mr. Gas, "be careful not to sit on the ceiling."—Page 17.
"It's Mr. Gas, the balloon maker," cried Billy, joyfully; "perhaps you can help me; it's a good thing I ran into you."
"Humph!" said Mr. Gas, with his hands on his stomach, "it's not a very good thing for me that you ran into me, but I'm glad to see you."
"I am sorry, Mr. Gas, but I'm really in very serious trouble," said Billy, with a sigh.
Mr. Gas smiled. "I might have known you didn't know the way to Bogie Man's house."
"Why," said Billy, in surprise, "how did you know—"
"Gift horses can't be choosers, which means, don't ask any questions," said Mr. Gas, pinching Billy's ear; "but come along to my house, and I'll help you."
"Now," said Mr. Gas, when they had entered the shop where he made all the toy balloons for all the little boys and girls in all the world, "be careful not to sit on the ceiling, because if you do you'll burst some of my balloons."
Billy laughed. "Sit on the ceiling; why, how could I?"