Andy and Hortense obeyed without a word, and hand in hand they ran through the door, into the garden, and out of the gate.
"We can't go back the way we came," said Hortense, panting, after they had run a long distance. "We're too big now."
"There must be another way out," said Andy.
So they ran on and on, through the trees.
"What a funny light it is," said Hortense, stopping at last and looking up. "I do believe the moon is blue here."
So it was—a blue moon in a lemon colored sky.
"I've heard of blue moons," said Hortense. "They must be very rare."
"They're rather nice," said Andy, "but I suppose we'd better not linger."
"Here's a path," said Hortense.
They ran along the path, which grew darker and darker, until they came to a gate on which was a sign printed in large letters. By peering close, Andy and Hortense could just make out the words: