_ TWILIGHT LAND

says he, ‘‘and peep through the key-hole; perhaps I can
see what is there without opening the door.”

So down he took the key, and off he marched to the
garden. He opened the trap-door, and went down the
steep steps to the room below. There was the door at
the end of the room, but when he
came to look there was no key-hole
to it. ‘“Pshaw!” said he, “here
is a pretty state of affairs. Tut!
tut! tut! Well, since I have come
so far, it would be a pity to tum
back without seeing more.” So he
opened the door and peeped in.

“Pooh!” said the Fiddler, “there’s
nothing there, after all,” and he
opened the door wide.

Before him was a great long
passage-way, and at the far end of
it he could see a spark of light as
though the sun were shining there.
He listened, and after a while he

 

Ms heard a sound like the waves beat-
P ing on the shore. ‘“ Well,” says
ra he, ‘‘this is the most curious thing

I have seen for along time. Since
I have come so far, I may as well see the end of it.”
So he entered the passage-way, and closed the door behind
him.

He went on and on, and the spark of light kept grow-
ing larger and larger, and by-and-bye—pop ! out he came
at the other end of the passage.

Sure enough, there he stood on the sea-shore, with the

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