“You might tell us what it looked like,” said Kathleen.
“Was it like a rat?” Bernard asked with interest.
“Not a bit. It was more like—”
“Well, like what?” asked three aggravated voices.
“Like Sabrina—only very, very tiny.”
“A sort of doll—Sabrina,” said Kathleen, “how awfully jolly!”
“It wasn’t at all like a doll, and it wasn’t jolly,” said Francis shortly—“only I wish it would come again.”
It didn’t, however.
“I say,” said Mavis, struck by a new idea, “perhaps it’s a magic aquarium.”
“Let’s play it is,” suggested Kathleen—“let’s play it’s a magic glass and we can see what we like in it. I see a fairy palace with gleaming spires of crystal and silver.”