“I wonder what Mafumu is doing now,” said Mike. “Wasn’t he a fine friend? We wouldn’t be here now if it wasn’t for old Mafumu.”
“And you’re not going to be here much longer,” said Dimmy, getting up. “It’s long past your bedtime!”
“Bedtime! Is there such a thing as bedtime?” said Peggy. “I’d forgotten all about it! We haven’t been properly to bed for weeks. I don’t think I shall really bother about bedtime any more.”
“Well, you may not — but I shall!” said Dimmy. “Come along, all of you. Bedtime! There are biscuits and lemonade for those who come now — and none for those who dawdle!”
So biscuits and lemonade it was, and a long, long talk in the bedrooms! And then Dimmy firmly switched off the lights, tucked everybody up, said, “No more talking,” in a very stern voice — and left them.
We must leave them, too, dreaming of their adventures — dreaming of the strange, far-away Secret Mountain!