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.