'We'd better get along down and get rid of this beastly thing.
It's dark enough to leave it on the clergyman's doorstep, I should
think. Come on.'

There was a little turret at the corner of the tower, and the
little turret had a door in it. They had noticed this when they
were eating, but had not explored it, as you would have done in
their place. Because, of course, when you have wings, and can
explore the whole sky, doors seem hardly worth exploring.

Now they turned towards it.

'Of course,' said Cyril, 'this is the way down.'

It was. But the door was locked on the inside!

And the world was growing darker and darker. And they were miles
from home. And there was the soda-water syphon.

I shall not tell you whether anyone cried, nor if so, how many
cried, nor who cried. You will be better employed in making up
your minds what you would have done if you had been in their place.



CHAPTER 5
NO WINGS