"No favour at all. Where shall we go visit?--the Antipodes?"

"No, thank you," said Toby. "I've heard tell they get up an' do
their business when we honest folks be in our beds: and that kind o'
person I never could trust. Squint or no squint, Wendron's Wendron,
and that's where I'm comfortable."

"Well, it's no use loitering here, or we may get into trouble for
what we've done to the Equator. Climb on my back," said the bird,
"and home we go!"

It seemed no more than a flap of the wings, and Joby found himself on
his friend's back on one of the pinnacles of Wendron Church and
looking down on his own farm.

"Thankin' you kindly, soce, and now I think I'll be goin'," said he.

"Not till I've cured your eyesight, Joby," said the polite bird.

Joby by this time was wishing his eyesight to botheration; but before
he could say a word, a breeze came about the pinnacles, and he was
spinning around on the cock's back--spinning around widdershins--
clutching the bird's neck and holding his breath.

"And now," the cock said, as they came to a standstill again,
"I think you can see a hole in a ladder as well as any man."

Just then the bells in the tower below them began to ring merrily.

Said Joby, "What's that for, I wonder?"