CHAPTER IX.
ON THE 'LIGHTNING LOOSE' 'But how did you get here ?' said Philip in Helen's arms on the island.
'I just walked out at the other side of a dream,' she said; 'how could I not come, when the door was open and you wanted me so ?' And Philip just said, 'Oh, Helen!' He could not find any other words, but Helen understood.

She always did.
'Come,' she said, 'shall we go to your Palace or mine?
I want my supper, and we'll have our own little blue-and-white tea-set.

Yes, I know you've had your supper, but it'll be fun getting mine, and perhaps you'll be hungry again before we've got it.' They went to the thatched cottage that was Helen's palace, because Philip had had almost as much of large buildings as he wanted for a little while.

The cottage had a wide chimney and an open hearth; and they sat on the hearth and made toast, and Philip almost forgot that he had ever had any adventures and that the toast was being made on a hearth whose blue wood-smoke curled up among the enchanting tree-tops of a magic island.
And before they went to bed he had told her all about everything.
'Oh, I am so glad you came!' he said over and over again; 'it is so easy to tell you _here_, with all the magic going on.

I don't think I ever _could_ have told you at the Grange with the servants all about, and the--I mean Mr.Graham, and all the things as not magic as they could possibly be.