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A long interval passed, and no further sign was given by the owner of the house or his band of frightened children. Jimbo soon lost himself again in the delights of flying and the joy of his increasing powers.
"I won't scold you, Jimbo," she said presently, "for you've suffered enough already." She was the first to break the silence, and her voice trembled a little. "But remember, the sea draws you down, just as surely as the moon draws you up. Nothing would please Him better than to see you destroyed by one or the other." Jimbo said nothing.
They did not move with the waving of the tree-tops. They looked uncommonly familiar. 'The trains, Jimbo was crying. He darted to and fro, superintending the embarking of the passengers. All the sidings of the sky were full of Starlight Expresses. The loading-up was so quickly accomplished that Mother hardly realised what was happening.
And Edward later magnanimously yielded up two flannel shirts because he had so many left over from the previous box. Also a pair of pumps. 'I've not done so badly after all, was his final matured opinion. 'Poor mother! She got nothing but motor caps. Jimbo, however, had made a final discovery of value for himself of some value, at least.
Several hours later, about the middle of the night, there came over him a most disagreeable sensation of nausea and dizziness. The ground rose and fell beneath his feet, the walls swam about sideways, and the ceiling slid off into the air. It only lasted a few minutes, however, and Jimbo knew from what she had told him that it was the Flying Sickness which always followed the first long flight.
Jimbo and Monkey were at the bottom of it. They had said they would come for him to 'find him later. He wondered quite absurdly he wondered. He passed his cousin's room on tiptoe, and noticed a light beneath the door. But, before getting into bed, he stood a moment at the open window and drew in deep draughts of the fresh night air. The world of forest swayed across his sight.
Walls, windows, ceiling, had melted into transparency to let in the light of stars; and, caught like gold-fish in the great network of the rays, shone familiar outlines everywhere Jimbo, Monkey, Jinny, the Sweep, the Tramp, the Gypsy, the Laugher up against the cupboard, the Gardener by the window where the flower-pots stood, the Woman of the Haystack in the corridor, too extensive to slip across the threshold, and, in the middle of the room, motionless with pleasure-Mother!
Other voices began to laugh and sing, but Jimbo stopped his ears, for he simply could not bear any more. He felt certain, too, that these strange words to the moon had all been part of a trap a device to draw him to the window.
Birds piped and whistled shrilly from the orchards. They heard the Mer Dasson murmuring along her rocky bed. The rampart of the Alps stood out more clearly against the sky. 'We must be very quick, Cousin Henry flashed across to them, 'quicker than an express train. 'That's impossible, cried Jimbo, who already felt the call of waking into his daily world. 'Hark! There's whistling already....
They were not babies to be fed with a string of one-syllable words! Jimbo kept silence mostly, his instinct ever being to conceal his ignorance; but Monkey talked fifteen to the dozen, filling the pauses with long 'ohs' and bursts of laughter and impudent observations. Yet her cheeky insolence never crossed the frontier where it could be resented. Her audacity stopped short of impertinence.
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