[Explains.] At fairy-parties everybody speaks
One language!
Columbus.
[Jumping up and down in the chair.] What a jolly chair! Hurrah.
A caravel riding the waves it seems!
Come close! [He beckons.] I’ll whisper you my secret! When
Grown up am I no carding wool for me!
I mean to be a sailor! [The Children clap hands delighted, and cry, “Bravo, Christopher!”]
Round the world,
The round, round world around I’ll sail! From Court