Chapter Twenty-Five ~ Dialogue
When I open the pages I’m off and away To the Land of Adventure and there I shall stray With all kinds of people, do all kinds of things, Hob-nobbing with brownies, and cowboys, and kings!
(Enid Blyton’s Annual)
I hadn’t been down the ‘boing-boing’ alley since the night of the journey. I didn’t bother with all the drama-queen ‘stepping into wonderland’ stuff, this time. I knew how to get there without playacting.
At the far end of the alleyway is what Great Uncle Tony calls a ‘T junction’. I hate them, because they mean you are going to miss lots by not going the way you don’t choose. And you never find out what that would have been. I went the way we went before.
The next bit of the path is like somewhere people’s feet have scuffed into place, like the
