"It's much more than that," said the Mayor. "Certainly since we have the most perfect weather in the world in Hightown, we would have the most perfect weather forecaster. That's just what the plant is." While Tom was trying to puzzle out why, if Hightown always had perfect weather, it needed any weather forecaster at all, the door of the Mayor's home opened and they were welcomed by a tall, thin woman in a blue checked bungalow apron. She proved to be the Mayor's wife. The good woman immediately served dinner, hurrying about and doing her best to make the visitors at home. She was particularly pleasant to Twink and Tom and was greatly amazed and a little awed by Twiffle. Strangely enough, the food consisted entirely of fruits, but they were all fresh and tasty. When the meal was over, the Lord High Mayor announced that it was time for a nap. "A nap!" exclaimed the Shaggy Man. "Why, it is only a little past noon. We can't sleep now." "It is the custom in Hightown," remarked the Mayor placidly, "and you will soon come to enjoy the siesta as much as we. However, if you cannot sleep, you may sit on the front porch. But don't go off the porch and wander about, as you may come to the edge of the town and fall to the earth." With this, the Lord High Mayor and his wife retired to their room and the visitors were left to themselves. There seemed nothing else to do but to follow the Mayor's suggestion and while away the Town's hour of sleep on the front porch. Here they found several chairs and a swing and soon made themselves comfortable. There was nothing interesting about the scenery, and little to talk about, and they were beginning to be a bit bored when a saucy brown wren flitted out of the sky and perched on the porch railing, regarding Shaggy and his friends with bright little eyes. "Strangers here, aren't you?" asked the bird. "Fine place to live. You'll like it, I'm sure." "We don't like it and we don't intend to stay," said the Shaggy Man, a bit ill-humoredly. "Well, if you don't like it, then why don't you leave right away?" asked the bird. "How?" asked Shaggy. "Walk to the edge of the town and fall to the earth? We can't fly like you, you know." "You don't need to fly. You can walk down through the air--or rather, swim down--using your arms to push you through the air. There's no gravity, you know." And with a flirt of its saucy tail the bird was gone. With a shout, Twiffle leaped to his feet. "What fools we've been! Of course there's no gravity, and we can push ourselves right down to earth! Come on, let's be on our way." Twiffle ran to the edge of the porch and leaped off head first. They could see the little clown below them, moving his arms like a swimmer. "Should we try it?" asked the Shaggy Man doubtfully.