Adventures in Wallypug-Land

“What a good thing you were safe before the storm came on!” said Auntie, with a shudder at the thought of the dangers her darling had escaped. “I will take care never again to carry my jokes too far,” she resolved, when Olive had confided to her the real motive of her wanderings in the wood. And Olive, for her part, decided that she would be content with fairies and dwarfs in books and fancy, without trying to find them in reality.

“Though all the same,” she said to herself, “I should have liked to taste the roast fir-cones. They did smell so good!” “And, Auntie,” she said aloud, “were you singing in the wood on your way home with Uncle and Rex?”

“Yes,” said Auntie, “they begged me to sing ‘Home, sweet Home.’ Why do you ask me?”

Olive explained. “So it was your voice I heard when I thought it was the dwarfs,” she said, smiling.

And Auntie gave her still another kiss.