“Let’s go there,” said Mark, after a pause, “you and me, and take some powder and blow the door open.”
“If we could find it.”
“O! we could find it; let’s go to Thibet.”
“So we will.”
“And blow the bronze door open.”
“And read the magic leaves.”
“And go on down the footpath.”
“And talk to the people under the golden dome flowers.”
“I’m sure we could find the door.”
“We will find it.”