terwards."

For a moment Davy had a wild idea of rushing out of the room and
calling for help; but the Goblin seemed so pleased with the arrangements
he had made, and, moreover, was smiling so good-naturedly, that the
little boy thought better of it, and, after a moment's hesitation,
climbed into the clock and took his seat upon the other cake. It was as
warm and springy, and smelt as deliciously, as a morning in May. Then
there was a whizzing sound, like a lot of wheels spinning around, and
the clock rose from the floor and made a great swoop toward the window.

"I'll steer," shouted the Goblin, "and do you look out sharp for cats
and dogs," and Davy had just time to notice that the Colonel was hastily
scrambling down from the mantel-shelf with his beloved timepiece in his
arms, when they, seated in the long Dutch clock, dashed through the
window and out into the night.

[Illustration: "'I'LL STEER,' SAID THE GOBLIN."]

CHAPTER II.

THE BEGINNING OF THE BELIEVING VOYAGE.

The first thought that came into Davy's mind when he found himself
out-of-doors was that he had started off on his journey without his hat,
and he was therefore exceedingly pleased to find that it had stopped
snowing and that the air was quite still and delightfully balmy and
soft. The moon was shining brightly, and as he looked back at the house
he was surprised to see that the window through which they had come, and
which he was quite sure had always been a straight-up-and-down,
old-fashioned window, was now a round affair, with flaps running to a
point in the centre, like the holes the harlequin jumps through in the
pantomime.

"How did that window ever get changed into a round hole?" he asked the
Goblin, pointing to it in great astonishment.

"Oh," said the Goblin, carelessly, "that's one of the circular
singumstances that happen on a Believing Voyage. It's nothing to what
you'll see before we come back again. Ah!" he added, "there comes the
Colonel!"

Sure enough, at this moment the Colonel's head appeared through the
flaps. The clock was still in his arms, and he seemed to be having a
great deal of trouble in getting it through, and his head kept coming
into view and then disappearing again behind the flaps in so ridiculous
a manner that Davy shouted with laughter, and the Goblin smiled harder
than ever. Suddenly the poor little man made a desperate plunge, and had
almost made his way out when the flaps shut to with a loud sna