Next he fastened a belt around the bird, and to the lower part of this he hung a little basket, with two seats in it. He then lifted Corette and the Condensed Pirate into the basket, where they sat down opposite one another.
"Do you wish to go directly to the cottage of the fairy sisters?" said the old gentleman.
"Oh, yes!" said Corette.
So he wrote the proper address on the bill of the pigeon, and opening the window, carefully let the bird fly.
"I'll take care of your boat," he cried to the Condensed Pirate, as the pigeon rose in the air. "You'll find it all right, when you come back."
And he smiled worse than ever.
The pigeon flew up to a great height, and then he took flight in a straight line for the Fairy Cottage, where he arrived before his passengers thought they had half finished their journey.
The bird alighted on the ground, just outside of the boundary fence; and when Corette and her companion had jumped from the basket, he rose and flew away home as fast as he could go.
The Condensed Pirate now opened a little gate in the fence, and he and Corette walked in. They went up the graveled path, and under the fruit-trees, where the ripe peaches and apples hung as big as peas, and they knocked at the door of the fairy sisters.
When these two little ladies came to the door, they were amazed to see Corette.
"Why, how did you ever?" they cried. "And if there isn't our old friend, the Reformed Pirate!"
"Condensed Pirate, if you please," said that individual. "There's no use of my being reformed while I'm so small as this. I couldn't hurt anybody if I wanted to."
