There is a curtain, thin as gossamer, clear as glass, strong as iron,
that hangs for ever between the world of magic and the world that
seems to us to be real. And when once people have found one of the
little weak spots in that curtain which are marked by magic rings,
and amulets, and the like, almost anything may happen. Thus it is not
surprising that Mabel and Kathleen, conscientiously conducting one of
the dullest dolls tea-parties at which either had ever assisted, should
suddenly, and both at once, have felt a strange, unreasonable, but
quite irresistible desire to return instantly to the Temple of Flora
even at the cost of leaving the dolls tea-service in an unwashed state,
and only half the raisins eaten. They went as one has to go when the
magic impulse drives one against their better judgement, against their
wills almost.
And the nearer they came to the Temple of Flora, in the golden hush of
the afternoon, the more certain each was that they could not possibly
have done otherwise.
And this explains exactly how it was that when Gerald and Jimmy,
holding hands in the darkness of the passage, uttered their first
concerted yell, "just for the lark of the thing", that yell was
instantly answered from outside.
A crack of light showed in that part of the passage where they had
least expected the door to be. The stone door itself swung slowly
open, and they were out of it, in the Temple of Flora, blinking in
the good daylight, an unresisting prey to Kathleen's embraces and the
questionings of Mabel.
"And you left that Ugly-Wugly loose in London," Mabel pointed out; "you
might have wished it to be with you, too."
"It's all right where it is," said Gerald. "I couldn't think of
everything. And besides, no, thank you! Now we'll go home and seal up
the ring in an envelope."
"I haven't done anything with the ring yet," said Kathleen.
"I shouldn't think you'd want to when you see the sort of things it
does with you," said Gerald.
"It wouldn't do things like that if I was wishing with it," Kathleen
protested,
"Look here," said Mabel, "let's just put it back in the treasure-room
and have done with it. I oughtn't ever to have taken it away, really.
It's a sort of stealing. It's quite as bad, really, as Eliza borrowing
it to astonish her gentleman friend with."
"I don't mind putting it back if you like," said Gerald, "only if any
of us do think of a sensible wish you'll let us have it out again, of
course?"
"Of course, of course," Mabel agreed.
So they trooped up to the castle, and Mabel once more worked the spring
that let down the panelling and showed the jewels, and the ring was put
back among the odd dull ornaments that Mabel had once said were magic.
"How innocent it looks!" said Gerald. "You wouldn't think there was
any magic about it. It's just like an old silly ring. I wonder if what
Mabel said about the other things is true! Suppose we try."
"Don't!" said Kathleen. "I think magic things are spiteful. They just
enjoy getting you into tight places."
"I'd like to try," said Mabel, "only well, everything's been rather
upsetting, and I've forgotten what I said anything was."
So had the others. Perhaps that was why, when Gerald said that a bronze
buckle laid on the foot would have the effect of seven-league boots, it
didn't; when Jimmy, a little of the City man he had been clinging to
him still, said that the steel collar would ensure your always having
money in your pockets, his own remained empty; and when Mabel and
Kathleen invented qualities of the most delightful nature for various
rings and chains and brooches, nothing at all happened.
"It's only the ring that's magic," said Mabel at last; "and, I say!"
she added, in quite a different voice.
"What?"
"Suppose even the ring isn't!"
"But we know it is."
"I don't," said Mabel. "I believe it's not today at all. I believe it's
the other day we've just dreamed all these things. It's the day I made
up that nonsense about the ring."
"No, it isn't," said Gerald; "you were in your Princess-clothes then.
"What Princess-clothes?" said Mabel, opening her dark eyes very wide.
"Oh, don't be silly," said Gerald wearily.
"I'm not silly," said Mabel; "and I think it's time you went. I'm sure
Jimmy wants his tea."
"Of course I do," said Jimmy. "But you had got the Princess-clothes
that day. Come along; let's shut up the shutters and leave the ring in
its long home."
"What ring?" said Mabel.
"Don't take any notice of her," said Gerald. "She's only trying to be
funny."
"No, I'm not," said Mabel; "but I'm inspired like a Python or a
Sibylline lady. What ring?"
"The wishing-ring," said Kathleen; "the invisibility ring."
"Don't you see now," said Mabel, her eyes wider than ever, "the ring's
what you say it is? That's how it came to make us invisible I just
said it. Oh, we can't leave it here, if that's what it is. It isn't
stealing, really, when it's as valuable as that, you see. Say what it
is.
"It's a wishing-ring," said Jimmy.
"We've had that before and you had your silly wish," said Mabel, more
and more excited. "I say it isn't a wishing-ring. I say it's a ring
that makes the wearer four yards high."
She had caught up the ring as she spoke, and even as she spoke the ring
showed high above the children's heads on the finger of an impossible
Mabel, who was, indeed, twelve feet high.
"Now you've done it!" said Gerald and he was right. It was in vain
that Mabel asserted that the ring was a wishing-ring. It quite clearly
wasn't; it was what she had said it was.
"And you can't tell at all how long the effect will last," said Gerald.
"Look at the invisibleness." This is difficult to do, but the others
understood him.
"It may last for days," said Kathleen. "Oh, Mabel, it was silly of you!"
"That's right, rub it in," said Mabel bitterly; "you should have
believed me when I said it was what I said it was. Then I shouldn't
have had to show you, and I shouldn't be this silly size. What am I to
do now, I should like to know?"
"We must conceal you till you get your right size again that's all,"
said Gerald practically.
"Yes but where?" said Mabel, stamping a foot twenty-four inches long.
"In one of the empty rooms. You wouldn't be afraid?"
"Of course not," said Mabel. "Oh, I do wish we'd just put the ring back
and left it."
"Well, it wasn't us that didn't," said Jimmy, with more truth than
grammar.
"I shall put it back now," said Mabel, tugging at it.
"I wouldn't if I were you," said Gerald thoughtfully. "You don't want
to stay that length, do you? And unless the ring's on your finger when
the time's up, I dare say it wouldn't act."
The exalted Mabel sullenly touched the spring. The panels slowly slid
into place, and all the bright jewels were hidden. Once more the room
was merely eight-sided, panelled, sunlit, and unfurnished.
"Now," said Mabel, "where am I to hide? It's a good thing auntie gave
me leave to stay the night with you. As it is, one of you will have
to stay the night with me. I'm not going to be left alone, the silly
height I am."
Height was the right word; Mabel had said "four yards high" and she
was four yards high. But she was hardly any thicker than when her
height was four feet seven, and the effect was, as Gerald remarked,
"wonderfully worm-like". Her clothes had, of course, grown with her,
and she looked like a little girl reflected in one of those long bent
mirrors at Rosherville Gardens, that make stout people look so happily
slender, and slender people so sadly scraggy. She sat down suddenly on
the floor, and it was like a four-fold foot-rule folding itself up.
"It's no use sitting there, girl," said Gerald.
"I'm not sitting here," retorted Mabel; "I only got down so as to be
able to get through the door. It'll have to be hands and knees through
most places for me now, I suppose."
"Aren't you hungry?" Jimmy asked suddenly.
"I don't know," said Mabel desolately; "it's it's such a long way off!"
"Well, I'll scout," said Gerald; "if the coast's clear "
"Look here," said Mabel, "I think I'd rather be out of doors till it
gets dark."
"You can't. Someone's certain to see you."
"Not if I go through the yew-hedge," said Mabel. "There's a yew-hedge
with a passage along its inside like the box-hedge in The Luck of the
Vails.
"In what?"
"The Luck of the Vails. It's a ripping book. It was that book first
set me on to hunt for hidden doors in panels and things. If I crept
along that on my front, like a serpent it comes out amongst the
rhododendrons, close by the dinosaurus we could camp there.
"There's tea," said Gerald, who had had no dinner.
"That's just what there isn't," said Jimmy, who had had none either.
"Oh, you won't desert me!" said Mabel. "Look here I'll write to auntie.
She'll give you the things for a picnic, if she's there and awake. If
she isn't, one of the maids will."
So she wrote on a leaf of Gerald's invaluable pocketbook: "DEAREST
AUNTIE Please may we have some things for a picnic? Gerald will bring
them. I would come myself, but I am a little tired. I think I have been
growing rather fast. Your loving niece, MABEL." "P.S. Lots, please,
because some of us are very hungry."
It was found difficult, but possible, for Mabel to creep along the
tunnel in the yew-hedge. Possible, but slow, so that the three had
hardly had time to settle themselves among the rhododendrons and to
wonder bitterly what on earth Gerald was up to, to be such a time gone,
when he returned, panting under the weight of a covered basket. He
dumped it down on the fine grass carpet, groaned, and added, "But it's
worth it. Where's our Mabel?"
The long, pale face of Mabel peered out from rhododendron leaves, very
near the ground.
"I look just like anybody else like this, don't I?" she asked
anxiously; "all the rest of me's miles away, under different bushes."
"We've covered up the bits between the bushes with bracken and leaves,"
said Kathleen, avoiding the question; "don't wriggle, Mabel, or you'll
waggle them off."
Jimmy was eagerly unpacking the basket. It was a generous tea. A long
loaf, butter in a cabbage-leaf, a bottle of milk, a bottle of water,
cake, and large, smooth, yellow gooseberries in a box that had once
held an extra-sized bottle of somebody's matchless something for the
hair and moustache. Mabel cautiously advanced her incredible arms
from the rhododendron and leaned on one of her spindly elbows, Gerald
cut bread and butter, while Kathleen obligingly ran round, at Mabel's
request, to see that the green coverings had not dropped from any of
the remoter parts of Mabel's person. Then there was a happy, hungry
silence, broken only by those brief, impassioned suggestions natural to
such an occasion:
"More cake, please."
"Milk ahoy, there."
"Chuck us the goosegogs."
Everyone grew calmer more contented with their lot. A pleasant feeling,
half tiredness and half restfulness, crept to the extremities of
the party. Even the unfortunate Mabel was conscious of it in her
remote feet, that lay crossed under the third rhododendron to the
north-north-west of the tea-party. Gerald did but voice the feelings of
the others when he said, not without regret:
"Well, I'm a new man, but I couldn't eat so much as another goosegog if
you paid me."
"I could," said Mabel; "yes, I know they re all gone, and I've had my
share. But I could. It's me being so long, I suppose."
A delicious after-food peace filled the summer air. At a little
distance the green-lichened grey of the vast stone dinosaurus showed
through the shrubs. He, too, seemed peaceful and happy. Gerald caught
his stone eye through a gap in the foliage. His glance seemed somehow
sympathetic.
"I dare say he liked a good meal in his day," said Gerald, stretching
luxuriously.
"Who did?"
"The dino what s-his-name," said Gerald.
"He had a meal today," said Kathleen, and giggled.
"Yes didn't he?" said Mabel, giggling also.
"You mustn't laugh lower than your chest," said Kathleen anxiously, "or
your green stuff will joggle off."
"What do you mean a meal?" Jimmy asked suspiciously. "What are you
sniggering about?"
"He had a meal. Things to put in his inside," said Kathleen, still
giggling.
"Oh, be funny if you want to," said Jimmy, suddenly cross. "We don't
want to know do we, Jerry?"
"I do," said Gerald witheringly; "I'm dying to know. Wake me, you
girls, when you've finished pretending you're not going to tell."
He tilted his hat over his eyes, and lay back in the attitude of
slumber.
"Oh, don't be stupid!" said Kathleen hastily. "It's only that we fed
the dinosaurus through the hole in his stomach with the clothes the
Ugly-Wuglies were made of!"
"We can take them home with us, then," said Gerald, chewing the white
end of a grass stalk, "so that's all right."
"Look here," said Kathleen suddenly; "I've got an idea. Let me have the
ring a bit. I won't say what the idea is, in case it doesn't come off,
and then you'd say I was silly. I'll give it back before we go."
"Oh, but you aren't going yet!" said Mabel, pleading. She pulled off
the ring. "Of course, she added earnestly, "I'm only too glad for you
to try any idea, however silly it is."
Now, Kathleen's idea was quite simple. It was only that perhaps the
ring would change its powers if someone else renamed it someone who was
not under the power of its enchantment. So the moment it had passed
from the long, pale hand of Mabel to one of her own fat, warm, red
paws, she jumped up, crying, "Let's go and empty the dinosaurus now,
and started to run swiftly towards that prehistoric monster. She had a
good start. She wanted to say aloud, yet so that the others could not
hear her, "This is a wishing-ring. It gives you any wish you choose.
And she did say it. And no one heard her, except the birds and a
squirrel or two, and perhaps a stone faun, whose pretty face seemed to
turn a laughing look on her as she raced past its pedestal.
The way was uphill; it was sunny, and Kathleen had run her hardest,
though her brothers caught her up before she reached the great black
shadow of the dinosaurus. So that when she did reach that shadow she
was very hot indeed and not in any state to decide calmly on the best
wish to ask for.
"I'll get up and move the things down, because I know exactly where I
put them," she said.
Gerald made a back, Jimmy assisted her to climb up, and she disappeared
through the hole into the dark inside of the monster. In a moment a
shower began to descend from the opening a shower of empty waistcoats,
trousers with wildly waving legs, and coats with sleeves uncontrolled.
"Heads below!" called Kathleen, and down came walking-sticks and
golf-sticks and hockey-sticks and broom-sticks, rattling and chattering
to each other as they came.
"Come on," said Jimmy.
"Hold on a bit," said Gerald. "I'm coming up. He caught the edge of
the hole above in his hands and jumped. Just as he got his shoulders
through the opening and his knees on the edge he heard Kathleen's boots
on the floor of the dinosaurus's inside, and Kathleen's voice saying:
"Isn't it jolly cool in here? I suppose statues are always cool. I do
wish I was a statue. Oh!"
The "oh" was a cry of horror and anguish. And it seemed to be cut off
very short by a dreadful stony silence.
"What's up?" Gerald asked. But in his heart he knew. He climbed up into
the great hollow. In the little light that came up through the hole he
could see something white against the grey of the creature's sides. He
felt in his pockets, still kneeling, struck a match, and when the blue
of its flame changed to clear yellow he looked up to see what he had
known he would see the face of Kathleen, white, stony, and lifeless.
Her hair was white, too, and her hands, clothes, shoes everything was
white, with the hard, cold whiteness of marble. Kathleen had her wish:
she was a statue. There was a long moment of perfect stillness in the
inside of the dinosaurus. Gerald could not speak. It was too sudden,
too terrible. It was worse than anything that had happened yet. Then he
turned and spoke down out of that cold, stony silence to Jimmy, in the
green, sunny, rustling, live world outside.
"Jimmy, he said, in tones perfectly ordinary and matter of fact,
"Kathleen's gone and said that ring was a wishing-ring. And so it was,
of course. I see now what she was up to, running like that. And then
the young duffer went and wished she was a statue."
"And she is?" asked Jimmy, below.
"Come up and have a look," said Gerald. And Jimmy came, partly with a
pull from Gerald and partly with a jump of his own.
"She's a statue, right enough," he said, in awestruck tones. "Isn't it
awful!"
"Not at all," said Gerald firmly. "Come on let's go and tell Mabel."
To Mabel, therefore, who had discreetly remained with her long length
screened by rhododendrons, the two boys returned and broke the news.
They broke it as one breaks a bottle with a pistol-shot.
"Oh, my goodness!" said Mabel, and writhed through her long length so
that the leaves and fern tumbled off in little showers, and she felt
the sun suddenly hot on the backs of her legs. "What next? Oh, my
goodness!"
"She'll come all right," said Gerald, with outward calm.
"Yes; but what about me?" Mabel urged. "I haven't got the ring. And my
time will be up before hers is. Couldn't you get it back? Can't you get
it off her hand? I'd put it back on her hand the very minute I was my
right size again faithfully I would."
"Well, it's nothing to blub about," said Jimmy, answering the sniffs
that had served her in this speech for commas and full-stops; "not for
you, anyway."
"Ah! you don't know," said Mabel; "you don't know what it is to be as
long as I am. Do do try and get the ring. After all, it is my ring more
than any of the rest of yours, anyhow, because I did find it, and I did
say it was magic."
The sense of justice always present in the breast of Gerald awoke to
this appeal.
"I expect the ring's turned to stone her boots have, and all her
clothes. But I'll go and see. Only if I can't, I can't, and it's no use
your making a silly fuss."
The first match lighted inside the dinosaurus showed the ring dark on
the white hand of the statuesque Kathleen.
The fingers were stretched straight out. Gerald took hold of the ring,
and, to his surprise, it slipped easily off the cold, smooth marble
finger.
"I say, Cathy, old girl, I am sorry," he said, and gave the marble
hand a squeeze. Then it came to him that perhaps she could hear him.
So he told the statue exactly what he and the others meant to do. This
helped to clear up his ideas as to what he and the others did mean to
do. So that when, after thumping the statue hearteningly on its marble
back, he returned to the rhododendrons, he was able to give his orders
with the clear precision of a born leader, as he later said. And since
the others had, neither of them, thought of any plans, his plan was
accepted, as the plans of born leaders are apt to be.
"Here's your precious ring," he said to Mabel. "Now you're not
frightened of anything, are you?"
"No," said Mabel, in surprise. "I'd forgotten that. Look here, I'll
stay here or farther up in the wood if you'll leave me all the coats,
so that I shan't be cold in the night. Then I shall be here when
Kathleen comes out of the stone again."
"Yes," said Gerald, "that was exactly the born leader's idea.
"You two go home and tell Mademoiselle that Kathleen's staying at the
Towers. She is."
"Yes," said Jimmy, "she certainly is."
"The magic goes in seven-hour lots," said Gerald; "your invisibility
was twenty-one hours, mine fourteen, Eliza's seven. When it was a
wishing-ring it began with seven. But there's no knowing what number
it will be really. So there's no knowing which of you will come right
first. Anyhow, we'll sneak out by the cistern window and come down the
trellis, after we've said good night to Mademoiselle, and come and have
a look at you before we go to bed. I think you'd better come close up
to the dinosaurus and we'll leaf you over before we go."
Mabel crawled into cover of the taller trees, and there stood up
looking as slender as a poplar and as unreal as the wrong answer to a
sum in long division. It was to her an easy matter to crouch beneath
the dinosaurus, to put her head up through the opening, and thus to
behold the white form of Kathleen.
"It's all right, dear," she told the stone image; "I shall be quite
close to you. You call me as soon as you feel you're coming right
again."
The statue remained motionless, as statues usually do, and Mabel
withdrew her head, lay down, was covered up, and left. The boys went
home. It was the only reasonable thing to do. It would never have done
for Mademoiselle to become anxious and set the police on their track.
Everyone felt that. The shock of discovering the missing Kathleen,
not only in a dinosaurus's stomach, but, further, in a stone statue
of herself, might well have unhinged the mind of any constable, to
say nothing of the mind of Mademoiselle, which, being foreign, would
necessarily be a mind more light and easy to upset. While as for Mabel
"Well, to look at her as she is now," said Gerald, "why, it would send
any one off their chump except us."
"We're different, said Jimmy; "our chumps have had to jolly well get
used to things. It would take a lot to upset us now."
"Poor old Cathy! all the same," said Gerald. "Yes, of course," said
Jimmy.
The sun had died away behind the black trees and the moon was rising.
Mabel, her preposterous length covered with coats, waistcoats, and
trousers laid along it, slept peacefully in the chill of the evening.
Inside the dinosaurus Kathleen, alive in her marble, slept too. She had
heard Gerald's words had seen the lighted matches. She was Kathleen
just the same as ever only she was Kathleen in a case of marble that
would not let her move. It would not have let her cry, even if she
wanted to. But she had not wanted to cry. Inside, the marble was not
cold or hard. It seemed, somehow, to be softly lined with warmth and
pleasantness and safety. Her back did not ache with stooping. Her
limbs were not stiff with the hours that they had stayed moveless.
Everything was well better than well. One had only to wait quietly and
quite comfortably and one would come out of this stone case, and once
more be the Kathleen one had always been used to being. So she waited
happily and calmly, and presently waiting changed to not waiting to not
anything; and, close held in the soft inwardness of the marble, she
slept as peacefully and calmly as though she had been lying in her own
bed.
She was awakened by the fact that she was not lying in her own bed
was not, indeed, lying at all by the fact that she was standing and
that her feet had pins and needles in them. Her arms, too, held out in
that odd way, were stiff and tired. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and
remembered. She had been a statue a statue inside the stone dinosaurus.
"Now I'm alive again," was her instant conclusion, "and I'll get out of
it."
She sat down, put her feet through the hole that showed faintly grey in
the stone beast's underside, and as she did so a long, slow lurch threw
her sideways on the stone where she sat. The dinosaurus was moving!
"Oh!" said Kathleen inside it, "how dreadful! It must be moonlight, and
it's come alive, like Gerald said.
It was indeed moving. She could see through the hole the changing
surface of grass and bracken and moss as it waddled heavily along. She
dared not drop through the hole while it moved, for fear it should
crush her to death with its gigantic feet. And with that thought came
another: where was Mabel? Somewhere somewhere near? Suppose one of
the great feet planted itself on some part of Mabel's inconvenient
length? Mabel being the size she was now it would be quite difficult
not to step on some part or other of her, if she should happen to be in
one's way quite difficult, however much one tried. And the dinosaurus
would not try: Why should it? Kathleen hung in an agony over the round
opening. The huge beast swung from side to side. It was going faster;
it was no good, she dared not jump out. Anyhow, they must be quite away
from Mabel by now. Faster and faster went the dinosaurus. The floor
of its stomach sloped. They were going downhill. Twigs cracked and
broke as it pushed through a belt of evergreen oaks; gravel crunched,
ground beneath its stony feet. Then stone met stone. There was a
pause. A splash! They were close to water the lake where by moonlight
Hermes fluttered and Janus and the dinosaurus swam together. Kathleen
dropped swiftly through the hole on to the flat marble that edged the
basin, rushed sideways, and stood panting in the shadow of a statue's
pedestal. Not a moment too soon, for even as she crouched the monster
lizard slipped heavily into the water, drowning a thousand smooth,
shining lily pads, and swam away towards the central island.
"Be still, little lady. I leap!" The voice came from the pedestal, and
next moment Phoebus had jumped from the pedestal in his little temple,
clearing the steps, and landing a couple of yards away.
"You are new," said Phoebus over his graceful shoulder. "I should not
have forgotten you if once I had seen you."
"I am," said Kathleen, "quite, quite new. And I didn't know you could
talk."
"Why not?" Phoebus laughed. "You can talk."
"But I'm alive."
"Am not I?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, I suppose so," said Kathleen, distracted, but not afraid;
"only I thought you had to have the ring on before one could even see
you move."
Phoebus seemed to understand her, which was rather to his credit, for
she had certainly not expressed herself with clearness.
"Ah! that's for mortals," he said. "We can hear and see each other in
the few moments when life is ours. That is a part of the beautiful
enchantment."
"But I am a mortal," said Kathleen.
"You are as modest as you are charming," said Phoebus Apollo absently;
"the white water calls me! I go," and the next moment rings of liquid
silver spread across the lake, widening and widening, from the spot
where the white joined hands of the Sun-god had struck the water as he
dived.
Kathleen turned and went up the hill towards the rhododendron bushes.
She must find Mabel, and they must go home at once. If only Mabel
was of a size that one could conveniently take home with one! Most
likely, at this hour of enchantments, she was. Kathleen, heartened by
the thought, hurried on. She passed through the rhododendron bushes,
remembered the pointed painted paper face that had looked out from
the glossy leaves, expected to be frightened and wasn't. She found
Mabel easily enough, and much more easily than she would have done had
Mabel been as she wished to find her. For quite a long way off in the
moonlight, she could see that long and worm-like form, extended to its
full twelve feet and covered with coats and trousers and waistcoats.
Mabel looked like a drain-pipe that has been covered in sacks in frosty
weather. Kathleen touched her long cheek gently, and she woke.
"What's up?" she said sleepily.
"It's only me," Kathleen explained.
"How cold your hands are!" said Mabel.
"Wake up," said Kathleen, "and let's talk."
"Can't we go home now? I'm awfully tired, and it's so long since
tea-time."
"You're too long to go home yet," said Kathleen sadly, and then Mabel
remembered.
She lay with closed eyes then suddenly she stirred and cried out:
"Oh! Cathy, I feel so funny like one of those horn snakes when you make
it go short to get it into its box. I am yes I know I am "
She was; and Kathleen, watching her, agreed that it was exactly like
the shortening of a horn spiral snake between the closing hands of a
child. Mabel's distant feet drew near Mabel's long, lean arms grew
shorter Mabel's face was no longer half a yard long.
"You're coming right you are! Oh, I am so glad!" cried Kathleen.
"I know I am," said Mabel; and as she said it she became once more
Mabel, not only in herself which, of course, she had been all the time,
but in her outward appearance.
"You are all right. Oh, hooray! hooray! I am so glad!" said Kathleen
kindly; "and now we'll go home at once, dear."
"Go home?" said Mabel, slowly sitting up and staring at Kathleen with
her big dark eyes. "Go home like that?"
"Like what?" Kathleen asked impatiently.
"Why, you," was Mabel's odd reply.
"I'm all right," said Kathleen. "Come on."
"Do you mean to say you don't know?" said Mabel. "Look at yourself your
hands your dress everything."
Kathleen looked at her hands. They were of marble whiteness. Her dress,
too her shoes, her stockings, even the ends of her hair. She was white
as new-fallen snow.
"What is it?" she asked, beginning to tremble. "What am I all this
horrid colour for?"
"Don't you see? Oh, Cathy, don't you see? You've not come right. You're
a statue still."
"I'm not I'm alive I'm talking to you."
"I know you are, darling," said Mabel, soothing her as one soothes a
fractious child. "That's because it's moonlight."
"But you can see I'm alive."
"Of course I can. I've got the ring."
"But I'm all right; I know I am."
"Don't you see," said Mabel gently, taking her white marble hand,
"you're not all right? It's moonlight, and you're a statue, and you've
just come alive with all the other statues. And when the moon goes down
you'll just be a statue again. That's the difficulty, dear, about our
going home again. You're just a statue still, only you've come alive
with the other marble things. Where's the dinosaurus?"
"In his bath," said Kathleen, "and so are all the other stone beasts."
Well," said Mabel, trying to look on the bright side of things, "then
we've got one thing, at any rate, to be thankful for!"