"It's sure to be in your way, because it's so big," said the Hole-keeper; and, taking the letter out of his pocket, he handed it to Davy. It certainly was a very large letter, curiously folded, like a dinner-napkin, and sealed in a great many places with red and white peppermint drops, and Davy was much pleased to see that it was addressed:-- +------------------------------+ | _Captain Robinson Crusoe, | | Jeran Feranderperandamam, | | B.G._ | +------------------------------+ "What does B.G. stand for?" said Davy. "Baldergong's Geography, of course," said the Hole-keeper. "But why do you put _that_ on the letter?" inquired Davy. "Because you can't find Jeran Feranderperandamam anywhere else, stupid," said the Hole-keeper, impatiently. "But I can't stop to argue about it now;" and, saying this, he turned into a side path, and disappeared in the wood. As Davy walked mournfully along, turning the big letter over and over in his hands, and feeling very confused by the Hole-keeper's last remark, he presently saw, lying on the walk before him, a small book, beautifully bound in crimson morocco, and, picking it up, he saw that it was marked on the cover:-- +---------------------------------------+ | BALDERGONG'S STUFFING FOR THE STUPID. | +---------------------------------------+ "Perhaps this will tell me where to go," he thought as he opened it; but it proved to be far more confusing than the Hole-keeper himself had been. In fact it was altogether the most ridiculous and provoking book Davy had ever seen. The first page was headed, in large capital letters:-- HOW TO FRILL GRIDDLEPIGS. And it seemed to Davy that this _ought_ to be something about cooking sausages; but all he found below the heading was:-- _Never frill 'em: snuggle 'em always._ And this seemed so perfectly silly that he merely said, "Oh, bosh!" and turned impatiently to the next page. This, however, was no better. The heading was:-- TWO WAYS OF FRUMPLING CRUMBLES. And under this was-- _One way:-- Frumple your crumbles with rumbles._ _The other way:-- Frumple your crumbles: then add two grumbles of tumbles and stir rapidly._ Davy read this over two or three times, in the greatest perplexity, and then gave it up in despair. "It's nothing at all except a jumbly way of cooking something tumbly," he said to himself, and then turned sadly to the third page. Alas! this was a great deal worse, being headed:-- THE BEST SNUB FOR FEASTIE SPRALLS; and poor Davy began to feel as if he were taking leave of his senses. He was just about to throw the book down in disgust, when it was suddenly snatched out of his hands; and, turning hastily, he saw a savage glaring at him from the bushes.