"Oh, Bruno!" Sylvie interposed. "The Professor said you weren't to tell!"
"But who did her voice?" I asked.
"Indeed it's troubling you too much, Sir! She can walk very well on the flat."
Bruno laughed merrily as I turned hastily from side to side, looking in all directions for the speaker. "That were me!" he gleefully proclaimed, in his own voice.
"She can indeed walk very well on the flat," I said. "And I think I was the Flat."
By this time we were near the Hall. "This is where my friends live," I said. "Will you come in and have some tea with them?"
Bruno gave a little jump of joy: and Sylvie said "Yes, please. You'd like some tea, Bruno, wouldn't you? He hasn't tasted tea!" she explained to me, "since we left Outland."
"And that weren't good tea!" said Bruno. "It were so welly weak!"
