Oh! what would happen when she reached the ground? But there was no ground, for that was falling, too!
Whirling! Swirling! Down! DOWN! WALLOP!
BANG!!
Coppertop opened her eyes, and sat bolt upright in bed!
“It was a REAL Bang! Of course it was! It’s Jane, banging on the door,” exclaimed Coppertop, rubbing her eyes and yawning. “Goodness me! however did I get back here? And I never said good-bye to Tibbs and Kiddiwee!
“Gracious!” she exclaimed, as she recalled the events of the previous evening, “why, it’s the First of December! Mummie and Daddy are coming home to-day! It’s simply too glorious for words!” she cried, as she sprang out of her bed. “I’m so happy I—I shall positively explode!”
As she jumped up, Coppertop felt something dangling round her neck, she put up her hand, and grasped—Smiler!
“There now, I knew it was all real!” she cried, her eyes growing dark with wonder, “and the December day? I must rush and see!”
And so she did. Up shot the blind, and in shone the most heavenly December day! It flooded the room with warmth, and the glory of sunbeams, which made a halo of light and beauty round Celia’s happy little “Coppertop.”