64 The Story of Scragg/es 



and flutter my wings, and I really don't 

 know just what word you would use to 

 describe how I travelled along. Fessor 

 said I neither walked, ran, hopped, 

 skipped, jumped, nor flew, and yet my 

 movement was a mixture of all of these. 

 I guess he knows, too; for I heard 

 Uncle Herbert say he was a very 

 learned man, and knew a great deal 

 about many things. 



Oh ! I have n't told you yet about 

 Uncle Herbert's visit. I will tell you 

 that pretty soon. 



People used to see us when we were 

 out walking together, and some of them 

 laughed, and others smiled in a queer 

 kind of way with tears in their eyes. 

 But nobody tried to hurt me, for Fessor 

 was there, and he was so big that I 

 knew I was safe every moment when I 



