Jane held out the charm at arm's length, and Cyril solemnly pronounced the word of power.
As he spoke it the charm grew tall and broad, and he saw that Jane was just holding on to the edge of a great red arch of very curious shape.
The opening of the arch was small, but Cyril saw that he could go through it.

All round and beyond the arch were the faded trees and trampled grass of Regent's Park, where the little ragged children were playing Ring-o'-Roses.

But through the opening of it shone a blaze of blue and yellow and red.

Cyril drew a long breath and stiffened his legs so that the others should not see that his knees were trembling and almost knocking together.

'Here goes!' he said, and, stepping up through the arch, disappeared.