He meant to let himself
go, however.
There was not the slightest doubt or question anywhere; _they_
believed because they knew; what they had expected for so long had
happened. The Stranger in the Tea-cup had arrived at last. They went
down the long corridor of the Old Mill House, every window open to the
sunshine that came pouring in. The very walls seemed made of
transparent, shining paper. The world came flowing in. A happiness of
the glowing earth sang in their veins. At the door they paused a
second.
"I know exactly who he is," breathed Judy softly.
"I know what he looks like," whispered Tim.
"There was never time to see him properly before," said Uncle Felix.
"Things went by so fast. He whizzed and vanished. But now--of course-"
They pushed the door open and went in.
Breakfast was already laid upon the shining cloth; hot dishes steamed;
there were flowers upon the table, and climbing roses peeped in round
the grey walls of sun-baked stone. A bird or two hopped carelessly
upon the window-sill, and a smell of earth and leaves was in the air.
Sunshine, colour, and perfume filled the room to overflowing, yet not
so full that there was not ample space for the "somebody" who had
brought them.
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