You must forget it quickly, you must run and find someone who knows you at your best, you must tell her a fine revised version of the incident, and then you will feel better." The ferryman shouted: "I don't mind coming in now to fetch this young woman.

You can come too now if you like, Mr.Pompous-in-the-Pond, for the party you're looking for is not at home, and I've no doubt but what that crowd over there will give you a gay welcome." "I'll look into the metter to-morrer," said the policeman.

"You 'aven't 'eard the last of this, none of you 'aven't, not by a long chalk.

I've a good mind to get the Mayor to read the Riot Act at you." As Sarah Brown landed on Mitten Island she could not distinguish the faces of the waiting crowd, but she heard sharp anxious voices.
"They ain't goin' to get 'er, not if I knows it." "She never speaks but kindness, the dear lamb." "She's more of a saint than any in the Calendar." "She gave my Danny a room in 'er house, and put 'eart into 'im after 'e lost 'is sight in the War." "She's the good fairy of the Island." "She grew all them Sweet Williams in my garden in one night, when I first come 'ere and was 'omesick for Devon." "The law's always after saints and fairies, always 'as bin." "But the law can't catch 'er." "The law has driven her away," said Sarah Brown.

"There is no magic now on Mitten Island." She staggered through the open door of the Shop.