Laughing good-byes rippled back at him from all over the house like the jingling of toy harness bells.
"Let us walk down to the sea," said the Poet, turning to go. "How far is it to the sea, John?"
"Ten miles."
"And by which road?"
"Straight on."
"Ah, yes," said the Poet, setting off at a swinging pace, "it is the road by which first I came to Blaindon."
But before they had gone many yards John heard his name called and stood still. Down through the moonlight glided as it might be a wingless angel and by his side there stood the fairy of the upper window.
"John," she said, "when you see my son again give him this kiss."
And kissing him she floated away.
The Poet who had gone ahead, waited for John to come up.