Something tells me to be looking out;

Something will not tell me what to do—

Something's sure to happen; there's no doubt!

Wonder will it be to me, or you?

Something's sure to happen—

Oh, what will it be?

Something, something, something

Keeps on warning me.

I quiver and I shiver,

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I shake and shake again—

Something's sure to happen!

What? And how? And when?

She found several strange-looking boxes Page 4

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CHAPTER V

THE GEE-WHIZ SUBMARINE EXPRESS

The Widow Pickle kept studying over matters and things as she combed the Twins' hair with the blue and green combs. She began to think, as a great many widows do, that after all her husband had perhaps been a very wonderful man, and better than she had thought at the time. She wished very much, as many widows do, that her husband were alive again for a few moments. She wished to ask him just one more question. We need not explain what that question would have been, for any one could guess that it would have 

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