and the Bletherwitch
until nothing was to be seen but the galloping sprites and the Winny Weg, who was dancing in a corner all by herself.
A pink light now burst through the haze, the goblins rode off, and a perfect fairy-land nursery
was unfolded before Maude and Willie, who were reclining peacefully on a golden couch with silver cushions. They had no desire to talk, but were content to drink in all that they saw rapturously and silently. The nursery was crowded, wee