But as soon as I looked out of the window, a gush of wonderment and longing flowed over my soul like the tide of a great sea.

Fairy Land lay before me, and drew me towards it with an irresistible attraction.

The trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where on the borders the sunshine broke against their stems, or swept in long streams through their avenues, washing with brighter hue all the leaves over which it flowed; revealing the rich brown of the decayed leaves and fallen pine-cones, and the delicate greens of the long grasses and tiny forests of moss that covered the channel over which it passed in motionless rivers of light.

I turned hurriedly to bid my hostess farewell without further delay.

She smiled at my haste, but with an anxious look.
"You had better not go near the house of the ogre, I think.