“What a pity that the world is so big!” said Honey-Bee, “one might get lost and be separated from one’s friends.”
George shrugged his shoulders.
“How lucky that the world is so big! One can go in search of adventures. When I am grown up I mean to conquer the mountains that stand at the ends of the earth. That is where the moon rises; I shall seize her as she passes, and I will give her to you, Honey-Bee.”
“Yes,” said Honey-Bee, “give her to me and I will put her in my hair.”
Then they busied themselves searching for the places they knew as on a map.
“I recognise everything,” said Honey-Bee, who recognised nothing, “but what are those little square stones scattered over the hillside?”
“Houses,” George replied. “Those are houses. Don’t you recognise the capital of the Duchy of Clarides, little sister? After all, it is a great city; it has three streets, and one can drive through one of them. Don’t you remember that we passed through it last week when we went to the Hermitage?”
“And what is that winding brook?”
“That is the river. See the old stone bridge down there?”
“The bridge under which we fished for crayfish?”