He hopped through, and the children followed him.

They found themselves, as Dudu had said, on the roof of the house, of a part of the house, that is to say.

It seemed more like the roof of a little tower or turret.
Hugh and Jeanne stood for a moment or two in silence, looking up at the brilliant show of stars overhead.

It was not cold, the air seemed peculiarly fresh and sweet, as if it were purer and finer than that lower down.
"It's rather nice up here, eh ?" said Dudu.
"Yes, very," replied Hugh.

"We're very much obliged to you for bringing us up here.