“I took it,” he said.
“How did it taste?”
“Oh, BEASTLY!”
I should fancy they all did. Whether one regards the ingredients or
the probable compound or the possible results, almost all of my
great-grandmother's remedies appear to me at least to be extraordinarily
uninviting. For my own part--
“I took a little sip first.”
“Yes?”
“And as I felt lighter and better after an hour, I decided to take the
draught.”
“My dear Pyecraft!”
“I held my nose,” he explained. “And then I kept on getting lighter and
lighter--and helpless, you know.”
He gave way to a sudden burst of passion. “What the goodness am I to
DO?” he said.
“There's one thing pretty evident,” I said, “that you mustn't do. If you
go out of doors, you'll go up and up.” I waved an arm upward. “They'd
have to send Santos-Dumont after you to bring you down again.”
“I suppose it will wear off?”