It was even queerer than she had expected.
"What was that high-up thing the prayer-man was a-standin' on ?" Flyaway merely asked this of her own wise little brain.

She concluded it must be "a chimley." "Great red curtains ahind him," added she, still conversing with her own little brain.

"Lots o' great big bubbles on the walls all round.
Big's a tea-kiddle! Lamps, I s'pose.

There's that table.

Where's the cups and saucers for the supper?
And the tea-pot?
"All the bodies everywhere had their bonnets on; why for?
Didn't say a word, and the prayer-man kep' a-talkin' all the time; why for?
Flywer didn't talk; no indeed.