Here Wag shot on to my shoulder. “Are you coming?”
“Yes, if I knew how.”
“Well, come and try, anyhow.”
“Very well, as you please; anything to oblige.”
I picked up a hat and went downstairs. All the rest followed, if you can call it following, when there was at least as much flying up steps and in and out of banisters as going down. When we were out on the path, Wag said with more seriousness than usual:
“Now you do mean to come into our house, don't you?”
“Certainly I do, if you wish me to.”
“Then that's all right. This way. There's Father.”
We were on the grass now, and very long it was, and nice and wet I thought I should be with all the dew. As I looked up to see the elder Wag I very nearly fell over a large log which it was very careless of anyone to have left about. But here was Mr. Wag within a yard of me, and to my extreme surprise he was quite a sizeable man of middle height, with a sensible, good-humoured face, in which I could see a strong likeness to his son. We both bowed, and then shook hands, and Mr. Wag was very complimentary and pleasant about the occurrences of the evening.
“We've pretty well got the mess cleared up, you see. Yes, don't be alarmed,” he went on, and took hold of my elbow, for he had, no doubt, seen a bewildered look in my eyes. The fact was, as I suppose you have made out, not that he had grown to my size, but that I had come down to his. “Things right themselves; you'll have no difficulty about getting back when the time comes. But come in, won't you?”