of the little new systems away out in one of the thinly worlded
corners of the universe. I will see."

He got a balloon and sailed up and up and up, in front of a map
that was as big as Rhode Island. He went on up till he was out of
sight, and by and by he came down and got something to eat and went
up again. To cut a long story short, he kept on doing this for a
day or two, and finally he came down and said he thought he had
found that solar system, but it might be fly-specks. So he got a
microscope and went back. It turned out better than he feared. He
had rousted out our system, sure enough. He got me to describe our
planet and its distance from the sun, and then he says to his
chief--

"Oh, I know the one he means, now, sir. It is on the map. It is
called the Wart."

Says I to myself, "Young man, it wouldn't be wholesome for you to
go down THERE and call it the Wart."

Well, they let me in, then, and told me I was safe forever and
wouldn't have any more trouble.

Then they turned from me and went on with their work, the same as
if they considered my case all complete and shipshape. I was a
good deal surprised at this, but I was diffident about speaking up
and reminding them. I did so hate to do it, you know; it seemed a
pity to bother them, they had so much on their hands. Twice I
thought I would give up and let the thing go; so twice I started to
leave, but immediately I thought what a figure I should cut