"Bless me!" cried the Goblin, turning very pale, "they're sky-terriers. The dog-star must have turned upside-down." "What shall we do?" said Davy, feeling that this was a very bad state of affairs. "The first thing to do," said the Goblin, "is to get away from these fellows before the solar sisters come after them. Here, jump into my hat." So many wonderful things had happened already that this seemed to Davy quite a natural and proper thing to do, and as the Goblin had already seated himself upon the brim, he took his place opposite to him without hesitation. As they sailed away from the clock it quietly rolled over once, spilling out the sponge-cakes and all the little dogs, and was then wafted off, gently rocking from side to side as it went. Davy was much surprised at finding that the hat was as large as a clothes-hamper, with plenty of room for him to swing his legs about in the crown. It proved, however, to be a very unpleasant thing to travel in. It spun around like a top as it sailed through the air, until Davy began to feel uncomfortably dizzy, and the Goblin himself seemed to be far from well. He had stopped smiling, and the rosy light had all faded away, as though the candles inside of him had gone out. His clothes, too, had changed from bright scarlet to a dull ashen color, and he sat stupidly upon the brim of the hat as if he were going to sleep. "If he goes to sleep he will certainly fall overboard," thought Davy; and, with a view to rousing the Goblin, he ventured to remark, "I had no idea your hat was so big." "I can make it any size I please, from a thimble to a sentry-box," said the Goblin. "And, speaking of sentry-boxes"--here he stopped and looked more stupid than ever. "I verily believe he's absent-minded," said Davy to himself. "I'm worse than that," said the Goblin, as if Davy had spoken aloud. "I'm absent-bodied;" and with these words he fell out of the hat and instantly disappeared. Davy peered anxiously over the edge of the brim; but the Goblin was nowhere to be seen, and the little boy found himself quite alone. [Illustration: "I'M A COCKALORUM," HE SOFTLY MURMURED.]