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To dim their magical blue?

Who draws up their blinds when the sun peeps in?

Who fastens them down at night?

Who brushes the fringe of their lace-veined lids?

Who trims their innocent light?

Then, children, I beg you, sing low to me,

And cover my eyes with your hands;

O kiss me again till I sleep and dream

That I'm lost in your fairylands;

For the grown-up folk

Are a troublesome folk,

And the book of their childhood is torn,

Is blotted, and crumpled, and torn!

Supper at the Pension dissipated effectively the odd sense of enchantment to which he had fallen a victim, but it revived again with a sudden rush when Jimbo and his sister came up at half-past eight to say good-night. It began when the little fellow climbed up to plant a resounding kiss upon his lips, and it caught him fullest when Monkey's arms were round his neck, and he heard her whisper in his ear—

'Sleep as tightly as you can, remember, and don't resist. We'll come later to find you.' Her brown eyes were straight in front of his own. Goodness, how they shone! Old Sirius and Aldebaran had certainly left a ray in each.