ar right in front of us about ten feet from the ground. That one was
most all open so it would be easy to tumble into it.

"One--two--three--_go_!" somebody said, and off we went for a good
running jump.

I don't know who the first one was to catch hold of the car. But anyway,
we all went tumbling over each other into it and down it went, creaking,
creaking, creaking, till it hung from the lowest part of the wheel.

"All the comforts of home," Westy said. "I like this better than our
private railroad car."

"Sure," I said, "it's just the place for Pee-wee; he's always going up
in the air. Notice how it rocks? Oh, boy, I hope we don't get seasick."

In that car were two seats facing each other. Those cars were not made
for as many as nine people, but we managed to crowd in all right. The
floor of our car was about two or three feet from the ground and it
swung like a swing. It was nice in there. Looking up through all the
wire-work we could see the car at the top swinging.

"I'd like to be in that one," one of the fellows said.

"If you were in that one it would be _this_ one," I told him.

"What are you talking about?" Pee-wee said.

"I'm talking about whether anything can be something else," I told him.

He said, "I suppose that's what you call mental digestion."

"It's logic," I told him. "If we were in that car, the nine of us, it
would come down here, wouldn't it? Don't you know what the attraction of
gravity is?"

"It never attracted me," he said.

"The heaviest part of a thing goes down," I said. "If you were up there
you'd only come down here. The top car is the bottom one. Everything is
something different. _Up_ means where you're not. See? What do we
care?"

We all sat there with our heads thrown back looking at the car away up
above us.

"See how it rocks?" Dorry said. "I bet it's good and breezy up there."

"Why don't the others rock?" Hunt asked.

"Search me," I said.

"There's nothing on either side of that one at the top," Westy said.
"There isn't even much of the wheel up there to break the force of the
wind."

"Correct," I said. "Take two credits--and one cookie. Here."

"There isn't any such thing as the top of a wheel," Dorry said.

"Sure there is," I told him; "the part that's at the top is the top."

"The part that's at the top of what?" he came back at me.

"I should worry," I said. "Don't you think I've got wheels enough in my
head without bothering about a ferris-wheel?