“But are there more places than one in your country?” asked Norval.
“Oh yes, dear, of course there are; we have Elfland, and Bogieland, and Spriteland, and Wonderland, and Blunderland, and many others. But let me see your pass.”
Norval produced it from his pocket.
“Why,” said the fairy, “this is not for Wonderland; it’s for Blunderland.”
And so it was, beyond all doubt, as may be seen by looking at this copy, faithfully and literally taken from the original writing:—
A PRETTY PASS.
“Oh, how stupid!” said Norval. “When I was writing it I said to myself, I will try not to make any blunder in spelling; and I must have written Blunder from thinking of it. What are we to do?”
“Never mind,” said the fairy; “there is plenty of good fun to be got in Blunderland, and you may just as well go there as anywhere else. So now good-bye, and I hope you will enjoy yourselves.”