“I’ve been ship-wrecked off Patagonia,
Home and Colonia
Antipodonia;
I’ve shot cannibals,
Funny-looking animals,
Top-knot coons.
I’ve bought diamonds...”
Their memories set the tune to words.
The old tandem trike was trundled out from its hiding place behind the hedge. The Faun Man lifted Kay on to her seat at the back; Peter mounted. All was ready.
“So you’re riding away from fairyland,” sighed the golden woman. “Foolish! Foolish! It’s so easy to do that—— And when you’ve gone and until you come again, there won’t be any fairyland. It’s so easy to ride away; so difficult to come back.”