tion of some sort, and Maude and Willie finding themselves free, rushed forward and greeted him.
“Hush, my dears, the Nargalnannacus is afloat on the wild, wild main. We must be careful and depart, or he will turn us into something unpleasant—the last century or may be the next, as it is close at hand, and inexpensive. Follow me to the ship that is waiting in the Bay Window, and we will go and get some Floranges.”
Carefully Maudie and Willie followed the Zankiwank, each holding on by the tails of his coat, glad enough to go anywhere out of the Blackness of the Dark.
Soon they found themselves in Window Bay, and climbing up the sides of a mighty ship with five funnels and a red-haired captain.
“Quick,” called the Captain, “the Nargalnannacus is on the lee scuppers just off the jibboom brace. Make all sail for the Straights of Ballambangjan, and mind the garden gate.”
Then the Zankiwank became the man at the wheel, and the vessel scudded before the wind as the two children went off into a trance.
