“It makes me want to cry when I think of it. I believe I’m going to be homesick!” At this Tibbs and Kiddiwee commenced to laugh.
“You’re both very horrid!” said Coppertop, and she pouted her lips and waited for them to say something nice. But boys never will, when you want them to.
“Come along,” was all the response she got from Tibbs, but Kiddiwee squeezed her hand.
So they continued their tramp to the Castle of the South Wind.
And now they found themselves walking on thick ice across a frozen ocean, stepping over mountainous icebergs which shone and glittered like green diamonds in the soft sunlight. It was the most exciting and amusing part of the whole trip, so far, and Coppertop thoroughly enjoyed it.
“What a fine story all this would make! I think I’ll try and write it some day,” she said.
As she was speaking, a brilliant bluish light lit up the sky in front of them. From the centre of this light rose slowly a widening circle of flame, from which shot out jets of rainbow-coloured fire.
The beauty of this light took away the children’s breath, and they could only gaze in wonder and amazement at the sight.
Slowly the light faded, and where it had been they beheld a towering Castle built of glistening blocks of ice.
“Come along! Let us see if the South Wind is in” cried Tibbs.