Bruno，eversensitivethroughhisaffectionatereverencefortheiruncle，caughttheyoungster，andcasthimtoearth，whereuponWaldopantinglycried：
\"Goon，please，unclePhaeton。It’snextthingtoamuseumandmenageriecombined，justtohear——\"
\"Willyouhush，boy？\"demandedBruno，yetunabletowhollysmotheralaugh，soridiculousdiditallsoundandseem。
ButProfessorFeatherwitdeclined，hisfoxyfacewrinklinginabashfullaugh。Whethersointendedornot，hehadbeenbroughtdowntoearthfromthatdizzyflight，andnowwasfairlyhimselfagain。
\"Well，mydearboys，Idaresayitseemsallamatterofjestandsporttoyou；yet，afterourridinginthecentreofatornadoforuncountedmiles，comingforthwithhardlyascratchorabruisetoshowforitall，whodaresaysuchthingsmaynotbe，evenyet？\"