88/94 My cheerful spirits returned at once, and in sympathy with them the gas flamed up brightly again. Never a lonely outcast was so glad to welcome company as I was to greet the friendly giant. I said: "Why, is it nobody but you? I wish I had a chair--Here, here, don't try to sit down in that thing--" But it was too late. He was in it before I could stop him and down he went--I never saw a chair shivered so in my life. |