"Ah, you do that first," said the wymp. "Then you disappear."
"No, we don't," said Chubby, positively. "We shouldn't have dreams if we disappeared."
"You certainly wouldn't have any dreams unless you did disappear," chuckled the wymp.
"Then what about to-night?" demanded Jerry. "Do you mean to say we have disappeared now?"
The wymp sighed. "Some people never will know when they're not there," he complained. "But here is our comet; jump in, or else we shall be late."
Down swooped the great shining comet, and there it lay across the road, waiting for them to mount. The children climbed on to its broad glittering tail and held tightly to each other, while the wymp mounted in front of them and stood like the man at the wheel, with his hand on the comet's head; then up they flew at a terrific pace, right through the wonderful blue darkness that stretched all round them. Far above was the great land of light that lay round the moon; but the country of the stars came in between, and the stars were still so far off that they had not even begun to look like real stars.
"Afraid of the dark?" asked the wymp over his shoulder.
"Oh, no," said Chubby. "I am only afraid of the dark you get at home when the candle is put out. This is a nice, friendly kind of darkness, and candles wouldn't make any difference to it."