Just as they were struggling with the bag, to get it in again,
they were overtaken by a droll-looking equipage. It was a long house
on wheels, and instantly reminded Dotty of Noah's ark.
"O, a house a-ridin'! a house a-ridin'!" exclaimed Flyaway, gazing
after it with the greatest astonishment.
Dotty thought the world was going topsy-turvy. She looked at the trees
to see if they stood fast in the ground. But Prudy explained it as
soon as she could stop laughing.
"Only a photograph saloon," said she. "Didn't you ever see one before?
We don't have them in the city going round so, but things are
different in the country. Let's watch and see where it stops."
"O, dear me," said Dotty; "I shouldn't want to live in a house that
couldn't stand still! Stove tipping over, and the gingerbread falling
out of the oven! There, I declare!"
The look of wonder on Dotty's face was so amusing that Prudy was
obliged to hold on to her sides.
"There, look!" said she; "it has stopped down by the corner. Now the
man can bake his gingerbread if he wants to, and the stove won't tip
over.
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