the ecstasy of woe. I went along swimmingly into the little
hours, but by two o'clock there was a great sameness about it,
and I grew desperately sleepy. I was not going to give it up,
however, so I shocked myself into a torpid animation with a
cold bath, it being mid-winter, and betwixt bath and bathos,
managed to keep agoing till daylight. Once since then I was
very happy, and could not keep my eyes shut. Those are the
only two times I ever sat up all night, and, on the whole, I
think I will go to bed; wherefore, O people on the earth,
marking eagerly the moon's eclipse, and O people on the moon,
crowding your craggy hills to see an eclipse of the sun, Good
night!

Then the lost June came back. Frost melted out of the air,
summer melted in, and my book beckoned me onward with a
commanding gesture. Consequently I took my trunk, Halicarnassus
his cane, and we started on our travels. But the shadow of the
eclipse hung over us still. An evil omen came in the beginning.
Just as I was stepping into the car, I observed a violent smoke
issuing from under it. I started back in alarm.

"They are only getting up steam," said Halicarnassus. "Always
do, when they start."

"I know better!" I answered briskly, for there was no time to
be circumlocutional. "They don't get up steam under the cars."

"Why not? Bet a sixpence you couldn't get Uncle Cain's Dobbin
out of his jog-trot without building a fire under him."