Yes, it was Dudu, sitting on Jeanne's smooth little head as comfortably as if he had always been intended to serve the purpose of a bonnet.
"Dudu!" exclaimed Hugh.
"Of course," said Jeanne.

"You didn't suppose we could have gone without him, Cheri." "Gone where ?" said Hugh, quite sitting up in bed by this time, but still a good deal puzzled.
"Up into the tapestry castle," said Jeanne, "where we've been wishing so to go, though we had to wait for the moonlight, you know." The word made Hugh glance towards the window, for, for the first time he began to wonder how it was his room was so bright.

Yes, it was streaming in, in a beautiful flood, and the tapestry on the walls had taken again the lovely tints which by daylight were no longer visible.
Hugh sprang out of bed.

"Are these for me ?" he said, touching the wings which Jeanne held.
"Certainly," she replied.

"Aren't they pretty?
Much nicer than your wall-climbers, Cheri.