Oh, but there is, GERTRUDE declares. They are in the basket.

Everybody stands up. Gertrude and Walter come around from behind the
table, and look at the fairies and brownies, but they don't go very
close to them, because they are just a little bit scared. At the same
time, Father begins to act rather queerly, looking down at the floor,
and keeping himself up by holding onto the table. Now he goes down on
his hands and knees near the end of the table.

Why, James, exclaims MOTHER, what are you doing? How queerly you are
acting.

FATHER gets up again, as though by a great effort. I don't know what
is the matter, he says: But I have the funniest sort of feeling. It
seems as though I should just have to get down on the floor and crawl
under the table.

Well, that's queer, says MOTHER. Do you know, I begin to feel the
same way myself.

So do I, says GRANDMOTHER.

So do I, says GRANDFATHER.

It's perfectly absurd the way I seem to want to crawl under the table,
FATHER says, and his knees keep bending under him.

But you're surely not going to do it, cries MOTHER.