His suggestion found favor.  And they sallied forth and visited another roof garden, a theater where they saw the last quarter of the fourth act, a place where Aunt Mary was given a gondola ride, and a place where she was given something in the shape of light refreshments.

Then, becoming thirsty, they ordered a few White Horses and Red Horses and the Necks of yet other horses, but Aunt Mary declined the horses of all colors and Mitchell upheld her.

“That’s right,” he said, “I’m a great believer in knowing when you’ve had enough, and I’m sure you’ve all had so much too much that I know that I must have had enough and that she’s better off with none at all.”

“I reckon you’re right,” said Clover.  “I’ve had enough, surely.  I can’t see over my pile of little saucers, and when I can’t see over my pile of little saucers I’m always positive that I’ve had enough.”

Jack laughed and then ceased laughing and drew down the corners of his mouth.

“Why do people sit on chairs?” Clover asked just then.  “Why don’t everyone sit on the floor?  You never feel as if you might slip off the floor.”

“Ah,” said Mitchell, “if we were not always trying to rise above Nature we should all be sitting where Nature intended,—­when we weren’t swinging by our tails and picking cocoanuts.”

“Come on and let’s go somewhere else,” said Burnett.  “Every time I look at somebody it’s someone else and that makes me nervous.”

“Now see what you’ve done!” said the parrot.

“Did you know his long suit when you bought him?” Clover asked Burnett.

“No,” said Burnett; “they told me that he didn’t use slang and that was all.”

It was well along in the evening—­or night—­and a brisk discussion arose as to where to go next.

“I’ll tell you,” said Clover, “we’ll take a ride.  Let me see what time is it?—­12.30.  Just the time for a drive.  We’ll take three cabs and sally forth and drive up and down and back and forth in the cool night air.”

“And jews-harps!” cried Burnett.  “Oh, I say, there’s a bully idea!  We’ll go to a drug store and buy some jews-harps and play on them as we drive along.  We’ll each sing our own tune, and the effect will be so novel.  Let’s do it.”

“Jews-harps—­” said Clover thoughtfully, “jews-harps for three cabs—­that’ll make—­let me see—­that’ll make—­” he hesitated.

“Oh, the driver will make the change,” said Burnett impatiently.  “Come on.  If we’re going to have the cabs and jews-harps it’s time to get out and take the stump in the good cause.”

“Where’s my ear-trumpet?” said Aunt Mary, blankly,—­“it’s been left somewhere.”

“No, it hasn’t,” said Mitchell.  “It’s here!  I’m holding it for you.  It’s much easier holding it than picking it up.  It seems so slippery to-night.”

“I’m not going out to get the cabs,” said Clover.  “I thought of the idea and someone else must work it out.  I’m opposed to working after time and I call time at midnight.”