Marilla glanced around and sighed. Then she said in a frightened tone—
“Oh, where am I? And where are the babies? I heard them cry.”
“You are all safe and right. And the babies and all the family went down on Long Island.”
“It’s so queer.”
The eyelids drooped again and she fell asleep.
An hour later she woke, and seemed to study the room and the lady.
“I never was at fairyland but that once,” she said slowly. “Then there was such lovely music and dancing and everybody was so gay. It’s beautiful here and you are very sweet. I don’t know how I came here. Must I go back?” 75
“Not until you are well. You have been ill. And you were brought here––”
“I can’t think. There were the babies. I went to get something and stumbled and everything looked so queer, blue and red and full of stars, and then I went down and down and all was dark and I kept going down––”
“You fainted and were brought over here. The babies were taken home. And you have been ill, but now you are going to get well.”