Was he not being driven by a grand-mannered lady up a beautiful roadway past millions of flowers and toward a wonderful house?
It paid to be good.
The Wilbur twin had ceased to regard his surroundings.

He gazed stolidly before him, nor made the least note of what his eyes rested upon.

He was there, helpless.

They had him! The cart drew up beside steps leading to a wide porch shaded by a striped awning.
"Home at last," cooed Miss Juliana with false welcome.
A loutish person promptly abandoned a lawn mower in the near distance and came to stand by the head of the languid pony.

He grinned horribly, and winked as the two figures descended from the rear of the cart.