"It's only the ring that's magic," said Mabel at last; "and, I say!" she
added, in quite a different voice.
"What?"
"Suppose even the ring isn't!"
"But we know it is."
"I don't," said Mabel. "I believe it's not today at all. I believe it's the
other day we've just dreamed all these things. It's the day I made up
that nonsense about the ring."
"No, it isn't," said Gerald; "you were in your Princess-clothes then.
"What Princess-clothes?" said Mabel, opening her dark eyes very
wide.
"Oh, don't be silly," said Gerald wearily.
"I'm not silly," said Mabel; "and I think it's time you went. I'm sure
Jimmy wants his tea."
"Of course I do," said Jimmy. "But you had got the
Princess-clothes that day. Come along; let's shut up the shutters
and leave the ring in its long home."
"What ring?" said Mabel.
"Don't take any notice of her," said Gerald. "She's only trying to be
funny."
"No, I'm not," said Mabel; "but I'm inspired like a Python or a
Sibylline lady. What ring?"
"The wishing-ring," said Kathleen; "the invisibility ring."
"Don't you see now," said Mabel, her eyes wider than ever, "the
ring's what you say it is? That's how it came to make us invisible I
just said it. Oh, we can't leave it here, if that's what it is. It isn't
stealing, really, when it's as valuable as that, you see. Say what it
is.
"It's a wishing-ring," said Jimmy.
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