"Why, Cheri, your wings are gone!" "And so are yours!" said Hugh.
Both the children stared at each other and turned round to look at their shoulders, as if they could hardly believe it.
"It's too bad," said Jeanne.

"It's all Dudu." "Never mind," said Hugh.

"He wouldn't have taken them away if we had been going to need them again; and really, Jeanne, the more I think of it the more sure I am we could never have got up that stair with our wings on." "Perhaps not," said Jeanne.

"Any way _I_ couldn't have got up it with Dudu on my head.

But let's go on, Cheri.