"You ought not to end with a preposition," said Clover.

"There, I left my ear-trumpet in the carriage!" said Aunt Mary.

There was a pause of consternation. No one spoke except the parrot.

"We know what she's done without your telling us," said Clover, addressing
the bird. "The question is what to do next?"

Jack went back downstairs and found the carriage waiting in hopes of
picking up another load. He lost no time in personally picking up the
ear-trumpet and returning to his friends.

Then they all proceeded above and bought a table and turned their chairs
to the stage, where the attraction just at that moment was a quartette of
pretty girls.

"I'll tell you what we'll do," said Burnett the instant the girls began to
sing. "Let's each tie a card to a mouse and present them to the girls!"

The suggestion found favor and was followed out to the letter. But when
the girls were through and the Chinaman who followed them on the programme
was also over, the pleasures of life in that spot palled upon the party.

"Oh, come," said Burnett, "let's go somewhere else. Let's go out in the
air."

His suggestion found favor. And they sallied forth and visited another
roof garden, a theater where they saw the last quarter of the fourth act,
a place where Aunt Mary was given a gondola ride, and a place where she
was given something in the shape of light refreshments.

Then, becoming thirsty, they ordered a few White Horses and Red Horses and
the Necks of yet other horses, but Aunt Mary declined the horses of all
colors and Mitchell upheld her.

"That's right," he said, "I'm a great believer in knowing when you've had
enough, and I'm sure you've all had so much too much that I know that I
must have had enough and that she's better off with none at all."

"I reckon you're right," said Clover. "I've had enough, surely. I can't
see over my pile of little saucers, and when I can't see over my pile of
little saucers I'm always positive that I've had enough."

Jack laughed and then ceased laughing and drew down the corners of his
mouth.

"Why do people sit on chairs?" Clover asked just then. "Why don't everyone
sit on the floor? You never feel as if you might slip off the floor."

"Ah," said Mitchell, "if we were not always trying to rise above Nature we
should all be sitting where Nature intended,--when we weren't swinging by
our tails and picking cocoanuts."

"Come on and let's go somewhere else," said Burnett. "Every