Within three days or four,
They send you to a dreadful room
Where you never bark no more."

Then came the Chorus--

"Pleasant-Faced Lion, our thanks to thee
For having avoided Battersea."

"Very well sung," admitted the Lion. "I suppose that, being always so
close to Westminster Abbey, the little lions have taken some useful
hints from what they have heard going on inside.

"The time has come for the party to finish," announced the
Pleasant-Faced Lion, "but before it is ended----"

"Has it got to end now?" Ridgwell asked wistfully.

"Everything has to come to an end some time," replied the Lion quietly,
"from ices and parties to empires and the world. However," he added
encouragingly, "one can always look forward to some possible and
pleasant continuation of almost everything, although, perhaps, on
different, not to say advanced lines. Before you children go I shall
be able to show you the most wonderfully coloured transformation scene
you have ever witnessed. Watch carefully the long wall of the Pavilion
which you are facing," commanded the Lion.

Carry-on-Merry romped up at this moment laughing as merrily as when the
evening commenced.

"Time?" inquired Carry-on-Merry.

The Pleasant-Faced Lion nodded.

"Yes, now," he said.

Slowly the golden wall and the roof with its masses of brilliantly
hanging flowers seemed to fade away.

The children knew it was Trafalgar Square they were looking at once
again, yet a Trafalgar Square transformed out of all resemblance to its
usual familiar aspect.

As the walls appeared to drop before their eyes a brilliant golden
bungalow palace with the children dressed as Scarlet Beefeaters grouped
down its shining steps glimmered through the rose-pink light in which
they beheld it. Surely it could not be the National Gallery!

All the children present passed and repassed before it in their
dazzling costumes, making vivid splashes of colour, as changeful and as
fascinating as a kaleidoscope.

The fountains still sprayed their mists of violet, amethyst and gold.

"Mark the changing colours well," said the Lion, "and take in all the
picture well, for you will not see it ever like this again."

The happy fresh voices of the children were still singing with a rare
outburst of melody--

"Pleasant-Faced Lion, our thanks to thee,
For all your hospitality."

"Amen!" said the Lion. "Come, Ridgwell and Christine, jump on!"
commanded the Lion, as he