Part 18 (2/2)
”Doing? Why, a-setting in his high chair as good as gold, a precious, watching me doing of the ironing. Get along with you, do--my iron's cold again.”
She went towards the cook, and seemed to poke an invisible fire with an unseen poker--the cook seemed to be putting an unseen dish into an invisible oven.
”Run along with you, do,” she said; ”I'm behindhand as it is. You won't get no dinner if you come a-hindering of me like this. Come, off you goes, or I'll pin a discloth to some of your tails.”
”You're _sure_ the Lamb's all right?” asked Jane anxiously.
”Right as ninepence, if you don't come unsettling of him. I thought you'd like to be rid of him for to-day; but take him, if you want him, for gracious' sake.”
”No, no,” they said, and hastened away. They would have to defend the castle presently, and the Lamb was safer even suspended in mid air in an invisible kitchen than in the guard-room of the besieged castle. They went through the first doorway they came to, and sat down helplessly on a wooden bench that ran along the room inside.
”How awful!” said Anthea and Jane together; and Jane added, ”I feel as if I was in a lunatic asylum.”
”What does it mean?” Anthea said. ”It's creepy; I don't like it. I wish we'd wished for something plain--a rocking-horse, or a donkey, or something.”
”It's no use wis.h.i.+ng _now_,” said Robert bitterly; and Cyril said--
”Do be quiet; I want to think.”
He buried his face in his hands, and the others looked about them. They were in a long room with an arched roof. There were wooden tables along it, and one across at the end of the room, on a sort of raised platform.
The room was very dim and dark. The floor was strewn with dry things like sticks, and they did not smell nice.
Cyril sat up suddenly and said--
”Look here--it's all right. I think it's like this. You know, we wished that the servants shouldn't notice any difference when we got wishes.
And nothing happens to the Lamb unless we specially wish it to. So of course they don't notice the castle or anything. But then the castle is on the same place where our house was--is, I mean--and the servants have to go on being in the house, or else they _would_ notice. But you can't have a castle mixed up with our house--and so _we_ can't see the house, because we see the castle; and they can't see the castle, because they go on seeing the house; and so”--
”Oh, _don't_,” said Jane; ”you make my head go all swimmy, like being on a roundabout. It doesn't matter! Only, I hope we shall be able to see our dinner, that's all--because if it's invisible it'll be unfeelable as well, and then we can't eat it! I _know_ it will, because I tried to feel if I could feel the Lamb's chair and there was nothing under him at all but air. And we can't eat air, and I feel just as if I hadn't had any breakfast for years and years.”
”It's no use thinking about it,” said Anthea. ”Let's go on exploring.
Perhaps we might find something to eat.”
This lighted hope in every breast, and they went on exploring the castle. But though it was the most perfect and delightful castle you can possibly imagine, and furnished in the most complete and beautiful manner, neither food nor men-at-arms were to be found in it.
”If you'd only thought of wis.h.i.+ng to be besieged in a castle thoroughly garrisoned and provisioned!” said Jane reproachfully.
”You can't think of everything, you know,” said Anthea. ”I should think it must be nearly dinner-time by now.”
It wasn't; but they hung about watching the strange movements of the servants in the middle of the courtyard, because, of course, they couldn't be sure where the dining-room of the invisible house was.
Presently they saw Martha carrying an invisible tray across the courtyard, for it seemed that, by the most fortunate accident, the dining-room of the house and the banqueting-hall of the castle were in the same place. But oh, how their hearts sank when they perceived that the tray _was_ invisible!
They waited in wretched silence while Martha went through the form of carving an unseen leg of mutton and serving invisible greens and potatoes with a spoon that no one could see. When she had left the room, the children looked at the empty table, and then at each other.
”This is worse than anything,” said Robert, who had not till now been particularly keen on his dinner.
”I'm not so very hungry,” said Anthea, trying to make the best of things, as usual.
Cyril tightened his belt ostentatiously. Jane burst into tears.
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