"You must take me with you, Turly." "Girls don't ever grow up into famous travellers," said Turly, as he packed his bricks solidly back into their box.
"Oh, you stupid! don't they?
As if I couldn't run about as well as a person who lies on the floor all day and calls it travelling." "I didn't," said Turly, "I said I intended to go and see that city some day, and find out all about everything that is in it.

I am afraid the magicians are dead." But here Granny's tea-bell rang, and the children hastened away to their honey and tea-cakes.

And there they had a delightful surprise, for two little new kittens, a white Persian and a black velvet creature with yellow eyes, were curled up on the hearth at Gran'ma's feet..