'I'll show 'em the real stuff!' came back a voice--this time certainly
his own--far inside now.
'I simply love that man,' exclaimed Monkey. 'Songs are usually such
twiddly things, but that was real.' She looked as though a somersault
were imminent. 'If only Daddy knew him, he'd learn how to write
unwumbled stories. Oh! we _must_ get Daddy out.'
'It's only the head that sticks,' was her brother's reply. 'We'll
grease it.'
They remained silent a moment, not knowing what to do next, when they
became aware that the big man who had been talking to the Guard was
coming towards them.
'They've seen us!' she whispered in alarm. '_He's_ seen us.' An
inexplicable thrill ran over her.
'They saw us long ago,' her brother added contemptuously. His voice
quavered.
Jimbo turned to face them, getting in front of his sister for
protection, although she towered above him by a head at least. The
Guard, who led the way, they saw now, was a girl--a girl not much
older than Monkey, with big blue eyes. 'There they are,' the Guard
said loudly, pointing; and the big man, looking about him as though he
did not see very clearly, stretched out his hands towards him. 'But
you must be very quick,' she added, 'the Interfering Sun---'
'I'm glad you came to meet us. I hoped you might. Jane Anne's gone in
ages ago.
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