“Quick！” said Scrubb. “Here. Hold hands. We mustn‘t get eparated.” And before she quite knew what was happening， e had grabbed her hand and pulled her through the door， ut of the school grounds， out of England， out of our whole orld into That Place.
The sound of Edith Jackle’s voice stopped as suddenly s the voice on the radio when it is switched off. Instantly here was a quite different sound all about them. It came om those bright things overhead， which now turned out o be birds. They were making a riotous noise， but it was uch more like music.rather advanced music which you on‘t quite take in at the first hearing.than birds’ songs ver are in our world. Yet， in spite of the singing， there as a sort of background of immense silence. That silence，combined with the freshness of the air， made Jill think they must be on the top of a very high mountain.
