"What?"
"It's got a steering wheel," he called out hollowly. "And some dials."
"My goodness," Alice said. "Is it a real one?"
"How do I know?" he said, and rejoined her, casting a series of glances
uncertainly over his shoulder at the bright red saucer behind him.
"What do you suppose we ought to do?"
"Tell somebody," Alice said. "I suppose."
"Who do we tell?"
"I don't know. There must be _somebody_--"
They looked almost guiltily at each other. "Nobody'll believe us," Fred
said.
"Why not?" Alice said. "It's _here_, isn't it?"