There will be jam-puffs soon, and ice-cream, and fish-cakes, and you can go to China this way whenever you like." And he said: "Can't I take Hamlet with me ?" And the voice answered: "Hamlet is with you already," and there, behold, was Hamlet sitting on the pink cloud with a stiff gold collar round his neck, wagging his tail.

And then the voice shouted so loudly that Jeremy jumped off the pink cloud in his astonishment: "Liskane! Liskane! Liskane!" and Jeremy jumped and fell and fell--right into his father's lap, with someone crying in his ear: "Wake up, Jeremy! We're there! We're there!" His first thought was for his green box, which was, he found, safely and securely in his hand.

Then for Hamlet, who was, he saw with horror, already upon the platform, the lead trailing behind him like a neglected conscience, his burning eyes piercing his hair in search of another dog, whom he smelt but could not see.
Jeremy, rushing out of the train, seized the lead, scolded his recovered property, who wore an expression of injured and abandoned innocence, and looked about him.

Yes, this was Liskane--wonderful, marvellous, magical Liskane! To the bored and cynical adult Liskane may easily appear to be one of the ugliest, most deserted stations in the whole of Europe, having nothing on either side of it save barren grey fields that never grow grass but only stones and bottles, with its single decoration--a heavy iron bridge that crosses the rails and leads up to the higher road and the town of Liskane.

Ugly enough, but to Jeremy, on this summer afternoon, the gate to a sure and certain Paradise.
Although his family were fussing around him, Barbara crying, Mr.Cole saying: "Four, Five, Six...