-LSB- Illustration : Shook his bald head and murmured , ` Cold , quite cold ' -RSB- Oh , how beautiful the little house was now ! But it was at last finished true as true , and they had to leave it and return to the dance . They all kissed their hands to it as they went away , and the last to go was Brownie . She stayed a moment behind the others to drop a pleasant dream down the chimney . All through the night the exquisite little house stood there in the Figs taking care of Maimie , and she never knew . She slept until the dream was quite finished , and woke feeling deliciously cosy just as morning was breaking from its egg , and then she almost fell asleep again , and then she called out , ` Tony , ' for she thought she was at home in the nursery . As Tony made no answer , she sat up , whereupon her head hit the roof , and it opened like the lid of a box , and to her bewilderment she saw all around her the Kensington Gardens lying deep in snow . As she was not in the nursery she wondered whether this was really herself , so she pinched her cheeks , and then she knew it was herself , and this reminded her that she was in the middle of a great adventure . She remembered now everything that had happened to her from the closing of the gates up to her running away from the fairies , but how ever , she asked herself , had she got into this funny place ? She stepped out by the roof , right over the garden , and then she saw the dear house in which she had passed the night . It so entranced her that she could think of nothing else . ' O you darling ! O you sweet ! O you love ! ' she cried . Perhaps a human voice frightened the little house , or maybe it now knew that its work was done , for no sooner had Maimie spoken than it began to grow smaller ; it shrank so slowly that she could scarce believe it was shrinking , yet she soon knew that it could not contain her now . It always remained as complete as ever , but it became smaller and smaller , and the garden dwindled at the same time , and the snow crept closer , lapping house and garden up . Now the house was the size of a little dog 's kennel , and now of a Noah 's Ark , but still you could see the smoke and the door-handle and the roses on the wall , every one complete . The glow-worm light was waning too , but it was still there . ` Darling , loveliest , do n't go ! '
XXXXX cried , falling on her knees , for the little house was now the size of a reel of thread , but still quite complete .
Ark Brownie Gardens Maimie Noah Tony door-handle morning night right