And there the train was waiting with a white rosette on the puff part. And they got in, and Tiny leaned out, and shook hands confidentially with the nice old guard, who locked the door in return, though there was nobody else to go, only a milk-can. For it is a private train that goes once a day loaded with honeymoon couples only, by order of the King, who is very good and kind, although he has to be so strict. Then Tiny said to the driver, "Moonland, please!" and came in, and shut all the windows without asking Baby's leave, and turned up his collar, and sat down in the cosiest corner, and after a good big yawn went to sleep: for that is what you do if you are a man even in That Country. But Baby played with the window-strap in the corner furthest away, and smiled. And after that the train went till it could go no further, because of no more land to go on. Then Tiny woke up in a great fuss: for Tiny was always either asleep or in a terrible state; and he poked out and cried, "Good! here we are. Come along, I say! Come along. _Do_ come along, Ma-bel." And he climbed down with the bag full of luggage, and Baby after him with her cage of canary. And they stood together on the platform, and looked about them. And it was about morning by now, and the sky was a sort of grey blank, and the platform quite bare only for a great label across it that said in huge letters, MOONLAND And Moonland is a great space with nothing in it only a green hill, a brown moor, and in the middle a blue lake supposed to have a fish in it. And on the edge of the lake is a stodgy house made of mud and dirt, whitewashed over, where they let lodgings; only nobody takes them. And when Baby saw that, she stood on one leg, and whistled, "I say! _do_ look," because she loved it so. But Tiny, who only really cared about his food, answered, "Yes, yes, my dear, I know, I know," and fussed off with the bag, and climbed on to the box of the cab, because, he said, he was such friends with the cabman, and began to whip up the horse, and tug at the reins, shouting, "Gee-woa! Gee-woa!" for it was one of Tiny's things that he thought he was very good at a horse. But the cabman, who was rusty and crusty in an old top-hat, said, "Leggo, will ye?" and went into Tiny's wind with his elbow to quiet him. So they drove across the moor, over the hill, down to the lake, till they came to the house. And in the window hung a cardboard saying, _Lessons, Singing, and Boxing taught here:_ for it is a school as well as a lodging; only no pupils come. And in the porch the landlady was sitting in curls, playing with her thumbs rather dumpily. But when Tiny bustled down with the bag, yelling, "Lodgin' fer two, quick, please!" she cheered up, and ran round, and cooked a little cake, and gave it them; only they couldn't eat it, because of too tough.