"Good-bye," said Hugh and Jeanne. But as they said it, their looks met each other in astonishment—there was no Dudu there—he had already disappeared.
"What a queer way he has of going off all of a sudden," said Jeanne.
"And what are we to do now?" said Hugh.
"Go up the stairs, of course, till we find where they lead to," said Jeanne.
"It will be rather awkward with our wings," said Hugh. "The stair is so very narrow and twisting."
Jeanne made an exclamation.
"Wings!" she said. "Why, Chéri, your wings are gone!"
"And so are yours!" said Hugh.
Both the children stared at each other and turned round to look at their shoulders, as if they could hardly believe it.
"It's too bad," said Jeanne. "It's all Dudu."