"I've told you that you've already crossed it."
"Stop a minute," cried Billy, putting his fingers in his ears, "my head is in a whirl."
"How can I stop a minute? I'd have to catch it first, and don't you know that time flies?"
"I mean wait for a minute."
"Which minute do you want me to wait for?"
"Oh, stop it, stop it!—don't stop anything—I mean don't wait for anything—if you say another word I'll go crazy."
And poor bewildered Billy sat down on the ground and buried his face in his hands.
"There, I feel better," said he, finally, raising his head. "Who are you, please?"
"I'm the Toll Gate Keeper, also The Man That People Borrow Trouble From."
"Oh!" said Billy.