It was a pretty house, neatly painted and with many windows.

Before it was a garden filled with blooming flowers.

The Soldier with the Green Whiskers led Ojo up the gravel path to the front door, on which he knocked.
A woman opened the door and, seeing Ojo in his white robe, exclaimed: "Goodness me! A prisoner at last.

But what a small one, Soldier." "The size doesn't matter, Tollydiggle, my dear.

The fact remains that he is a prisoner," said the soldier.