piece took its own way through the air. Then ensued a most remarkable and ludi-crous chase. My head floated speedily after an arm or leg, and, having captured the truant, hurried off to capture some other limb, but, in the process, again lost what it had already captured. It was tantalising in the extreme, but very amusing. After a time, however, I grew tired of it and, when I had ceased to make any efforts and had quietly resigned myself to my divided lot, lo, all my fragments of their own accord clustered around me thrust themselves back into their proper places, and made a man of me once more. But what kind of a man? Outwardly, I daresay, I was as I usually am; but I was no longer of real flesh and blood. I was entirely composed of wax. Fortunately my aërial travels had come to an end, for, in my new condition, I felt exceedingly timorous lest I might, by some mischance, break or dent myself. There was no danger of that, however. I was on a bed of cotton-wool, and I should have been perfectly comfortable had not the air
