Four years old and wearing a little red coat, did you say?
I'll find him for you; you sit down here." And she pushed the poor distraught creature down on a pile of shattered woodwork.

"Don't be frightened," she added reassuringly.
"I feel certain he's quite safe." She disappeared into the throng, and after searching for a while came face to face with her fellow traveller, carrying a chubby, red-coated little boy in his arms.

He stopped abruptly.
"What in the world are you doing ?" he demanded angrily.

"You've no business here.

Go back--you'll only see some ghastly sights if you come, and you can't help.