"At home, where she ought to be, I suppose."
"Oh! Well, where am I, now?"
"Look around you!"
George looked, and there, standing just in front of him, was the little house. It felt like coming home again.... Home? Ah, yes; but wasn't it time to be returning to their real home?
He got up and walked toward the house. "I wish ... I wish my fortune were here!" he said. "I would like to go home and see Mother and Father again!"
Once more they heard the sweet music, but louder and louder, as if it were coming toward them.
"Shall I ever find my fortune, Alexander?" said George after tea. It was tea, not breakfast, so it must have been evening.