'Why not?' the children asked in their dream.
'Because they are a sign that a part of each of you belongs to Rumpty-Dudget; and he will not let go of that part, in spite of all that I can do.'
'Shall we never be able to go with you, then?' dreamed the children piteously.
'Not until the wind blows from the south every day in the week. When that happens the spots will vanish, and I will take you all three in my arms, and fly with you over the tops of the trees to Fairyland.'
'And what shall we see there?' the children asked.
'You will see the Queen, your mother.'
'And shall we see you too?'
'Yes, I shall be with you.'
'And Tom the Cat too?'
'What you have loved in Tom the Cat will be there too,' answered the fairy, smiling.