“How shall we get there?” asked all three children, excitedly.
“Just—
Walk with the Sunshine
Upon your right shoulder,
And you’ll reach the West Land
Before you’re much older.
Ta-ta!”
And with this advice he left them.
“Come on! Let’s try it,” cried Tibbs, beaming. And turning their backs on the South Wind’s Castle, they commenced their long tramp to the West.
“I do wish I was my right size again,” sighed Coppertop. “It’s so tiring walking, and we simply can’t fly whilst we’re so large.” As she uttered this wish she suddenly commenced to grow smaller and smaller, until, to her great joy, she was her right size again.