Then Kiddiwee, left all alone on the ruined Taj Mahal, shrinking with fear, grew so small that he was carried off by the Clerk of the Weather, who was hiding close by, and thrown into the den of an Elderly Spinster Spider, in a crevice of the ruined building. As for the East Wind, being changeable, as most winds are, he forgot his rage as soon as he caught sight of his beloved White Elephant. Sighing deeply, he made off into the jungle after her. There they were wed, I think, for the trees still whisper of his tender wooing. But the three children were in great distress. They were all separated, and were so small that they had little chance of finding each other; for a distance that is only a few paces to a giant, may be several miles to a tiny dwarf. CHAPTER XX. IN THE DEN OF THE SPINSTER SPIDER The East Wind soon repented of his rage, and, feeling not a little ashamed of the harsh way he had treated the children, he came back to apologise. Finding Tibbs sitting alone upon a pebble, he murmured his deep regrets. But Tibbs was in no mood to forgive him easily. “It’s pretty easy for you to say you’re sorry, and all that, after you’ve blown my sister and brother and Miss Smiler----” “Don’t mention that Camel’s name!” interrupted the East Wind, “or I shall get annoyed again!” “Anyhow, you’ve blown them to--to smithereens. And then you come to me and say you’re sorry! But, if you’re a sport at all, the first thing you ought to do is to find them for me, or at least tell me where they are,” continued Tibbs. “Let me think,” began the East Wind. “The Clerk of the Weather took the little sunbeam boy----” “Kiddiwee!” corrected Tibbs. “Yes. And dropped him into a crevice in the dome of the Taj Mahal; and there he lies asleep, in the safe keeping of an Elderly Spinster Spider.” “A Spider!” cried Tibbs, growing white. “Why, she’ll suck his blood. Well, what about Celia?” “Do you mean the boy with the golden fire falling from his head in two long streams, on to his shoulders?” “Yes; but she’s a girl, not a boy,” corrected Tibbs. “But, she was wearing----” and the East Wind paused in slight confusion. “Pyjamas! Yes, I know,” said Tibbs; “heaps of girls do in Australia.” “Pity I didn’t know!” sighed the East Wind, “because I hung her up by the leg of her py--py----” “Jamas!” finished Tibbs. “Yes, pyjamas, to a leaf of a tall palm tree, and a bird came along and flew off with her, thinking she was a worm, no doubt; she looked rather like a worm in those striped things, didn’t she?” “I never saw a worm in blue and white pyjamas! That bird must have been crazy! But this is terrible news. How on earth are we to find her?” cried Tibbs. “It--it was a Japanese bird,” ventured the East Wind; “maybe that will help you to find her.” “Yes, by Jove it does!” cried Tibbs. “I expect he has carried her to Japan. And what about the Camel?”