“You can’t get a thing by just ‘wishing’ for it,” warned Mr. Atom. “Nothing that’s worth having is won that way.”
“That’s all very well, but however are we to get it? We shan’t find it in this horrid old sea,” pouted the child.
“Then take to your wings and fly to the West Land as fast as you can—that’s my advice,” said Mr. Atom.
“Wings!” shouted the children.
“Why, we quite forgot we had any!” cried Coppertop, brightening up.
“There is always a way out of troubles,” smiled Mr. Atom. “By-by!” And he was gone.
Up into the warm air flew the children, spreading their wings gladly. And—
Keeping the Sunshine
Upon the right shoulder
they sped off towards the West.