Island, and quenched the magic of the moment.

"Sorry," said Richard. "I thought I was talking to my True Love."

"I'm sorry you weren't," said Sarah Brown, as they emerged from the
Forest. "I mean, I'm sorry it was only me you were talking to."




CHAPTER VIII

THE REGRETTABLE WEDNESDAY


"What a very singular thing," said the Mayor, meeting the witch
towards three o'clock in the afternoon, as she came down the Broad Walk
towards Kensington, having slept invisibly among the daffodils for
nearly twelve hours. "A really very singular thing. 'Tisn't once in five
years I visit these parts, and now I'm here I meet the very person I was
thinkin' about." He winked.

"It's almost like magic, isn't it," said the witch, winking busily in
return.

"Well, I've done what you told me to," said the Mayor.

"What was that?"

"You will 'ave your joke," he retorted indulgently. "Pretending not to