THE END OF THE CHASE
CHAPTER XI
THE END OF THE CHASE
IT MUST be admitted that there were tears in the little boy’s eyes, tears that overflowed and made damp, messy places on his wide shirt-collar before they could be ordered back where they belonged.
They were tears of disappointment rather than fear, although certain thoughts of bears and walruses and even great sharp-billed Arctic owls insisted on following one another very rapidly through his mind.
But when five minutes passed and no bears nor other terrifying creatures appeared Billy began to take heart.
“They’re sure to miss me,” he said aloud, for it was comforting to hear a sound, even if it were only that of his own voice. “And when they do miss me they’ll find me. They are fairies, and they can find anything.”