quest for I knew that it was none other than to avenge Perdondaris by
slaying that monster with the single tusk who had overthrown it
suddenly in a day. So I tied up my boat as soon as I came to some
steps, and landed and left the Embankment, and about the third street
I came to I began to look for the opening of Go-by Street; it is very
narrow, you hardly notice it at first, but there it was, and soon I
was in the old man's shop. But a young man leaned over the counter.
He had no information to give me about the old man--he was sufficient
in himself. As to the little old door in the back of the shop, "We
know nothing about that, sir." So I had to talk to him and humour
him. He had for sale on the counter an instrument for picking up a
lump of sugar in a new way. He was pleased when I looked at it and he
began to praise it. I asked him what was the use of it, and he said
that it was of no use but that it had only been invented a week ago
and was quite new and was made of real silver and was being very much
bought. But all the while I was straying towards the back of the
shop. When I enquired about the idols there he said that they were
some of the season's novelties and were a choice selection of mascots;
and while I made a pretence of selecting one I suddenly saw the
wonderful old door. I was through it at once and the young
shop-keeper after me. No one was more surprised than he when he saw
the street of grass and the purple flowers on it; he ran across in his
frock-coat on to the opposite pavement and only just stopped in time,
for the world ended there. Looking downward over the pavement's edge
he saw, instead of accustomed kitchen-windows, white clouds and a
wide, blue sky. I led him to the old back door of the shop, looking
pale and in need of air, and pushed him lightly and he went limply
through, for I thought the air was better for him on the side of the
street that he knew. As soon as the door was shut on that astonished
man I turned to the right and went along the street till I saw the
gardens and the cottages, and a little red patch moving in a garden,
which I knew to be the old witch wearing her shawl.

"Come for a change of illusion again?" she said.

"I have come from London," I said. "And I want to see Singanee. I
want to go to his ivory palace over the elfin mountains where the
amethyst precipice is."

"Nothing like changing your illusions," she said, "or you grow tired.
London's a fine