"Poor Mummy!" she said; "she will be so frightened."
"Where do you live?" asked Mr Jugg.
Marian told him.
"I'd better fly you there," he said. "Half a tick."
He went down the steps again, and opened the little cupboard, and came back with a pair of wings.
"Now, if you can get on my back," he said, "we'll be home in half a minute."
She climbed on to his shoulders, just as if she were going to ride pick-a-back, and then he gave a little jump and they were up in the air. They skimmed across the fields and down Peter Street just as fast as an express train. At Marian's door he put her down.
"Which is your bedroom window?" he asked.
She told him.
"Now I must be saying good-night," he said. "No, I won't come in. It's against the rules for the King of the Bumpies." So he took off his hat and made her a little bow, and before she could wink almost, he had gone. Then she knocked at the door, and next moment Mummy was hugging her as tight as tight. Then Daddy came and hugged her too, and Cuthbert, who had gone to bed, looked over the landing banisters.