Relieved of your weight, the faithful yacht flew home like any pigeon.' 'Hooray!' said Philip.

'I couldn't bear to think of her rotting away in a cavern.' 'I wish Max and Brenda had come to say good-bye,' said Lucy.
'It is not needed,' said Mr.Noah mysteriously.

And then everybody said good-bye again, and Mr.Noah rolled up his yellow mat, put it under his arm again, and went--for ever.
The children built the Grange, and when the beautiful little model of that house was there before them, perfect, they stood still a moment, looking at it.
'I wish we could be two people each,' said Lucy, 'and one of each of us go home and one of each of us stay here.

Oh!' she cried suddenly, and snatched at Philip's arm.

For a slight strange giddiness had suddenly caught her.