keep on turning for? You frightened us dreadfully."
I blinked and tried to brush the sand out of my hair. "Wha—what did I keep on turning for?" I said. "Well, what do you s'pose? Do you think I was playing foot-ball with myself like that, on purpose?"
"Couldn't you stop?" asked Bess.
"Stop nothing! Could you stop if you were a full-grown comet, or an avalanche, or any of those things?"
"But why didn't you straighten out?"
"Straighten out? How much time did I have to straighten out? You didn't notice me stopping at any way-stations, did you? Besides, how could I tell when I was right side up? S'pose I'd straightened out at the wrong time—I'd have come standing on my head—and then where would I have landed? Gee, but things are spinning!"
Just then Aunt Fannie came up, a good deal out of breath. "Chester," she said, "don't you do that again."
My jaw dropped. "Don't do it again! Well, say, Aunt Fannie, if you can make me do it again,
