But who comes here to brave my cave’s dark night?
Aha! Oh, curse! It is the Fairy Light.
Matilda had been listening to them, and she said:
“Doesn’t she look lovely when she comes on all in white? Such a pretty voice she has, too.”
“You like the pantomime, my dear?”
“Oh, yes!”
“Could you say why?”
“It’s pretty and gay, and it’s wonderful to hear the people in that great big place laughing and singing the choruses.”
“You see, Timmis, the pantomime has justified its existence.”
“But what on earth has it got to do with Sinbad?”