When she looked back now she could take in for the rst time the real size of the mountain she was leaving. She ondered why a mountain so huge as that was not covered ith snow and ice. “but I suppose all that sort of thing is ifferent in this world，” thought Jill. Then she looked below her； ut she was so high that she couldn’t make out whether she was oating over land or sea， nor what speed she was going at.
“By Jove！ The signs！” said Jill suddenly. “I‘d better repeat hem.” She was in a panic for a second or two， but shefound she could still say them all correctly. “So that’s all right，” she said， and lay back on the air as if it was a sofa， with a sigh of contentment.
“Well， I do declare，” said Jill to herself some hours later， “I‘ve been asleep. Fancy sleeping on air. I wonder if anyone’s done it before. I don‘t suppose they have. Oh bother.Scrubb probably has！ On this same journey， a little bit before me. Let’s see what it looks like down below.”
