And then there was a Transformation Scene, in which roses turned into tulips and tulips into the Hall of Gold, down whose blazing steps marched stout representatives of all the nations.
It was in the middle of this last thrilling spectacle, when Jeremy's heart was in his mouth and he was so deeply excited that he did not know whether it were he or the lady next to him who was eating peppermints, that his uncle plucked him by the sleeve and said in his ear: "Come on.
It's close on the end.

We must go." Jeremy very reluctantly got up, and stumbled out over knees and legs and exclamations like: "There's Japan!" "No, it ain't; it's Chiney!" "You's a fine, hearty young woman!" and so on.

He was dragged through the black curtain, down the stone steps, and into the street.
"But it wasn't the end," he said.
"It will be in one minute," said his uncle.

"And I want us to get home first." "Why ?" said Jeremy.
"Never you mind.

Come on; we'll race it." They arrived home breathless, and then, once again in the old familiar hall, Uncle Samuel said: "Now you nip up to the nursery, and then they'll never know you've been out at all." "Never know ?" said Jeremy.