iolently.

"Oh, I dare say! Fun for _you_," said the Goblin, sarcastically.
"Jolligong! Here come the Barkers!" he added, and, as he said this, a
shower of little blue woolly balls came tumbling into the clock. To
Davy's alarm they proved to be alive, and immediately began scrambling
about in all directions, and yelping so ferociously that he climbed up
on his cake in dismay, while the Goblin, hastily pulling a large
magnifying-glass out of his hat, began attentively examining these
strange visitors.

"Bless me!" cried the Goblin, turning very pale, "they're sky-terriers.
The dog-star must have turned upside-down."

"What shall we do?" said Davy, feeling that this was a very bad state of
affairs.

"The first thing to do," said the Goblin, "is to get away from these
fellows before the solar sisters come after them. Here, jump into my
hat."

So many wonderful things had happened already that this seemed to Davy
quite a natural and proper thing to do, and as the Goblin had already
seated himself upon the brim, he took his place opposite to him without
hesitation. As they sailed away from the clock it quietly rolled over
once, spilling out the sponge-cakes and all the little dogs, and was
then wafted off, gently rocking from side to side as it went.

Davy was much surprised at finding that the hat was as large as a
clothes-hamper, with plenty of room for him to swing his legs about in
the crown. It proved, however, to be a very unpleasant thing to travel
in. It spun around like a top as it sailed through the air, until Davy
began to feel uncomfortably dizzy, and the Goblin himself seemed to be
far from well. He had stopped smiling, and the rosy light had all faded
away, as though the candles inside of him had gone out. His clothes,
too, had changed from bright scarlet to a dull ashen color, and he sat
stupidly upon the brim of the hat as if he were going to sleep.

"If he goes to sleep he will certainly fall overboard," thought Davy;
and, with a view to rousing the Goblin, he ventured to remark, "I had no
idea your hat was so big."

"I can make it any size I please, from a thimble to a sentry-box," said
the Goblin. "And, speaking of sentry-boxes"--here he stopped and looked
more stupid than ever.

"I verily believe he's absent-minded," said Davy to himself.

"I'm worse than that," said the Goblin, as if Davy had spoken aloud.
"I'm absent-bodied;" and with these words he fell out of the hat and
instantly disappe