Shut your eyes." He did so, and therefore could not see what Jeanne did, but he felt a sort of soft puff fly all over him, and opening his eyes again at Jeanne's bidding, saw, to his amazement, that he too was now dressed in the same pretty shiny stuff as his little cousin.

They looked just like two Christmas angels on the top of a frosted Twelfth Night cake.
"There now," said Jeanne, "aren't you pleased?
You don't know how nice you look.

Now, Dudu we're quite ready.

Are we to fly up to the castle ?" Dudu nodded his wise head.

Jeanne took Hugh's hand, and without Hugh's quite knowing how it was managed, they all flew up the wall together, and found themselves standing on the castle terrace.