On they drove; through the wood with the moon shining down on them above the trees; down the hill past the windmill, which made George think of the young dragon who went to look for his fortune; and into the garden. Home at last! Alexander met them at the gate.
"Welcome home, George!" he wuffed. "Hasn't it been an adventure?"
George sat up straight in the carriage as if he had been a prince or a victorious general coming home from the war. At last the carriage stopped.
AROUND HIM WERE HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF TINY FIGURES
Then George, who felt as if he had been in a dream, turned to the fairies and said: "I am pleased to be home again. Thank you so much for bringing me all this way. I have enjoyed myself, oh, ever so much!"
Puck took off his cap and bowed. "You're here: you might be there, but you're not. Now you know all about it!"
"Why, Tom Tiddler said that!" cried George.
Before he could say another word the fairies were all flying away in the air. Tinkle, tinkle!—you should have heard their tiny laughter!
Puck smiled: "Don't forget us, little George! Don't forget us! You are a fairy boy, after all, aren't you?" and in an instant—whish!—he was gone!