And climbing onto it, he slid down and was soon out of sight.
"All right," he shouted a moment later, "I'm down."
Hortense then took hold, and with Andy steadying the stick at the bottom, she soon slid down and stood behind him.
Hand in hand they ran down the dark passage that led to the little door. It seemed a long way, and when they arrived, the little door seemed as big as any ordinary door. Andy pulled at the latch and swung it open, and there before them was the shining tunnel that curved out of sight. They stood a moment looking at it.
"Where do you suppose it goes?" Andy asked.
"It must go to the Little People," said Hortense. "Nobody else could use it."
"We'll find out, at any rate," said Andy, and together they ran down it.
It curved and curved and grew brighter and brighter as they ran, always a little downhill.
"I believe there's no end to it," said Hortense after they had gone what seemed a long way.
"There must be," said Andy. "Why I believe this is the end, and it's raining."