"It's all right, Jimmy, old chap," he said; "it's not a dream now. It's
that beastly ring again. I had to wish us here, to get you back at all
out of your dream."
"Wish us where?" Jimmy held on to the hand in a way that in the
daylight of life he would have been the first to call babyish.
"Inside the passage behind the Flora statue," said Gerald, adding,
"it's all right, really."
"Oh, I dare say it's all right," Jimmy answered through the dark,
with an irritation not strong enough to make him loosen his hold of
his brother's hand. "But how are we going to get out?"
Then Gerald knew what it was that was waiting to make him feel
more giddy than the lightning flight from Cheapside to Yalding
Towers had been able to make him. But he said stoutly:
"I'll wish us out, of course." Though all the time he knew that the
ring would not undo its given wishes.
It didn't.
Gerald wished. He handed the ring carefully to Jimmy, through the
thick darkness. And Jimmy wished.
And there they still were, in that black passage behind Flora, that
had led in the case of one Ugly-Wugly at least to 'a good hotel'.
And the stone door was shut. And they did not know even which
way to turn to it.
"If I only had some matches!" said Gerald.
"Why didn't you leave me in the dream?" Jimmy almost
whimpered. "It was light there, and I was just going to have
salmon and cucumber.
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