It was a very queer book, full of pictures which, when you looked close at them, seemed not to be pictures merely, but the places themselves.
Tina was puzzling over them when the fairy came back.
They passed through the Rose Garden, all the roses nodding to them, and the butterflies flying about their heads to the very gate.
As they passed through the gate, the fairy disappeared.
“Where are you?” asked Tina.
“I am right here beside you,” said a voice. “Go on straight ahead till you come to an open space, where you will see some gray hares feeding.”
It was not long before Tina spied the hares.
“Now, where shall I go?” said she.
“Keep on to that old tree with gnarly roots.”