No special preparation was required for any
journey whatsoever. They were already prepared for anything--like
birds. And some one, it seemed, had taken his name away!
"We'll do everything at once," said Tim, with the utmost assurance in
tone and manner.
"Of course," was his obvious and natural reply to each, no
explanations or conditions necessary. Things would happen of
themselves, spontaneously. There was only one thing to do! "We're
alive," he added. They just looked at him as he said it, then pulled
him down the passage a little faster than before. Yet the way they ran
dancing along that oil-cloth passage held something of the joy and
confidence with which birds launch themselves into flight across the
earth. There was this sense of spontaneous excitement and delight
about.
"He's here already," Judy whispered, as they neared the breakfast
room. "I can feel it."
"Came in while we were asleep," her brother added. "I know it," and he
clapped his hands.
"At dawn, yes," agreed Uncle Felix, saying it on the spur of the
moment. He was perplexed a little, perhaps, but did not hesitate. He
had not _quite_ the assurance of the others.
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