“Then what happened?” asked the Kitten. “By this time Cassiopeia was ready to go on, and they started once more. They could see that Orion still talked and argued as he kept on by Major’s side, with the two dogs running about them both; but Major never once glanced at him or his dogs, and kept up his curious gait. “And—do you believe?—now that they knew what his idea was, his legs did seem to make a circular motion; and they couldn’t help thinking that he did look a little like a great clumsy wagon; but they wouldn’t, one of them, have owned it to the others! “‘Now what do you think of that?’ asked Orion, stopping to let them come up with him. ‘He’s started, and he may go forever!’ “‘That’s what _I_ say,’ observed Hercules. “‘Draco says he can stop him,’ said Andromeda. “‘Oh, can he?’ said Orion. ‘All right. Go ahead. It’s more than I can do.’ “‘I’m _pretty thure_ I can,’ said Draco, as he flopped along—and they stood aside to let him pass, he took so much room; ‘but you’ll have to thtand by what I thay. It’ll take diplomathy.’ “Then they all followed after to see what his diplomacy was, and how he would use it. And when he came up with Major he didn’t stop; he didn’t even seem to notice him, but kept flopping along until all but three coils of his tail had passed him. Then he stopped abruptly, as if he were very much surprised. ‘Why, I thought you were a wagon,’ he said. ‘But where are your hortheth?’ “Major held one foot suspended in the air for a moment, and they thought he might stop. But it was only an instant; then he went on. “Draco raised his voice higher: ‘Don’t you know, you thilly, a wagon can’t go without thomething to draw it?’ “‘Then how did he get here?’ asked Perseus. “‘S-s-sh!’ said every one. “‘Now he’th thpoiled everything!’ complained Draco. And he flopped right down in the road—but Major kept straight on. “‘No, he hasn’t,’ said Andromeda, encouragingly. ‘Don’t you mind. That was fine! I know how to manage.’ Then she ran on until she was a little ahead of Major. And she looked at him, very hard, and stooped down and looked at his legs. Then she called back, over his head:— “‘It’s running downhill; but it will stop now. It’s beginning to go up.’ [Illustration: “WHY, I THOUGHT YOU WERE A WAGON,” HE SAID, “BUT WHERE ARE YOUR HORTHETH?” ] “Sure enough, it did begin to curve up just there; and Major lifted one foot—and put it down, heavily; then he swung the other around wildly—and they all crowded near, and said: ‘There! It’s stopping. It can’t run up-hill.’ And the next minute Major sat down with a hard _thump_, not very far from the edge of the Zodiac. And if you don’t believe he was a tired old Bear, you try it yourself!”