Sylvie entreated with tears in her eyes.
‘Well, well!’ said the good-natured old man. ‘Perhaps I’ll come after you, some day soon. But I must go back now. You see I left off at a comma, and it’s so awkward not knowing how the sentence finishes! Besides, you’ve got to go through Dogland first, and I’m always a little nervous about dogs. But it’ll be quite easy to come, as soon as I’ve completed my new invention—for carrying one’s-self, you know. It wants just a little more working out.’
‘Wo’n’t that be very tiring, to carry yourself?’ Sylvie enquired.
‘Well, no, my child. You see, whatever fatigue one incurs by carrying, one saves by being carried! Good-bye, dears! Good-bye, Sir!’ he added to my intense surprise, giving my hand an affectionate squeeze.
‘Good-bye, Professor!’ I replied, but my voice sounded strange and far away, and the children took not the slightest notice of our farewell. Evidently they neither saw me nor heard me, as, with their arms lovingly twined round each other, they marched boldly on.
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