Then very abruptly she asked:-- "David, when will you see--Mr.Jack again--do you suppose ?" "Tomorrow.

I'm going up to the House that Jack Built to tea, and I'm to stay all night.

It's Halloween--that is, it isn't really Halloween, because it's too late.

I lost that, being sick, you know.

So we're going to pretend, and Mr.Jack is going to show me what it is like.
That is what Mr.Jack and Jill always do; when something ails the real thing, they just pretend with the make-believe one.