wax-drop

Updated: May 1, 2025

U. W. Ugli and skidded along the floor. Gerald pounced on it like a greyhound on a hare. He thrust the dull circlet on his finger and cried out aloud in that crowded place: "I wish Jimmy and I were inside that door behind the statue of Flora." It was the only safe place he could think of. The lights and sounds and scents of the restaurant died away as a wax-drop dies in fire a rain-drop in water.

E. (Edith) Nesbit - The Enchanted Castle