Be quiet now and reason it out." So I stood there for some moments reasoning it out, with the result that I turned back and found the meadow again.
"What a fool I've been!" I said.

"Isn't it perfectly plain that I should have gone down to the pond, crossed over the inlet, and reached the road by the way I came ?" Having thus settled my problem, and congratulating myself on my perspicacity, I started straight for the mill-pond, but to my utter amazement, in the few short hours while I had been asleep, that entire body of water had evaporated, the dam had disappeared, and the stream had dried up.

I must certainly present the facts in this remarkable case to some learned society.
I then decided to return to the old apple-tree where I had slept, which now seemed quite like home, but, strange to relate, the apple-tree had also completely vanished from the enchanted meadow.

At that I began to suspect that in coming out of the forest I had somehow got into another and somewhat similar old field.

I have never had a more confused or eerie sensation; not fear, but a sort of helplessness in which for an instant I actually began to doubt whether it was I myself, David Grayson, who stood there in the dark meadow, or whether I was the victim of a peculiarly bad dream.