There is one going up and up, as if it were climbing a round stairway which couldn’t be seen, singing all the while like--like--a tune gone balmy. Sally could hear the soft prevailing sound, and opened her eyes wide--to hear better! There was a brown cliff, and down, tumbling with much splashing and thudding, came water in a shining flood. At first she shivered--water is so cold, and cleansing; but the fright went suddenly when Sally, examining herself, found that though she had no recollection of the horrible process of washing, she was quite clean. So she need not wash, and could, without fear, admire the falling water. Hooray! This was a splendid country. She revelled in its light, warmth, freedom, happiness. There were loud unsteady footsteps on the stairs. June removed the crown, without removing the sweetness of the dream-world from Sally, and flew to the empty keyhole to reconnoitre. A man, one of the masters of Paradise Court, was stumbling upstairs, making hob-nail progress. He was mazed; because of the public-house at the corner--the nearest place where the community could discover the correct time. Long experience of similar circumstances safely guided his feet up that rickety rat-haunted staircase, and he lurched into the room, clumsily kicking the door to after he had entered. June hovered over him, flew round and round his head, and still more puzzled his foolish wits. "’Ave I got ’em?" he asked most seriously, and stared at the revolving wall. The three women looked at him listlessly. One spoke. "Shut yer jaw, Bill," she said, and paused to thread her needle. "’Ullo, brought some beer?" she continued, when she saw the tin can he dangled. "Give us a drop, mate!" June, steadying herself by grabbing his stubbly beard--for fairies are not entirely impervious to the law of gravitation--leaned forward and, just as he had said "Garn! I brought it for----" touched his lips with her wand. He substituted "Sally" for "myself." Bill put the beer-can on the chair, and rallied himself with an effort. "I _am_ drunk!" he asserted most seriously, as though a mighty uncertainty had suddenly been put straight. Sally was still in the green joy-land, whereto June had enchanted her; but she took the can dreamily, and put it to her lips. That was too much for the man. He stooped forward and grabbed the can. "Not ’arf!" he said, as he took it from her, spilling some of the contents. Sally’s thoughts were torn from the trance-world. She was snatched from the green dream-country, brought back summarily to the hungry, grey realities of the present. She looked at Bill, and then blasphemed fluently. June, horrified by the child’s fierce anger, touched her lips with the wand. Sally was obediently silent, though still her mouth moved with muted imprecations. The two women had, meanwhile, gone on with their work, and the mother stared, her eyes two stones.