Bruno hastily went round to Sylvie, who was standing at the other side of the Professor, and put his hand into hers. “I thinks we'd like to go,” he said doubtfully: “only please let's go all together. It's best to be on the safe side, oo know!” “Why, you talk as if you were Sylvie!” exclaimed the Professor. “I know I did,” Bruno replied very humbly. “I quite forgotted I wasn't Sylvie. Only I fought he might be rarver fierce!” The Professor laughed a jolly laugh. “Oh, he's quite tame!” he said. “He never bites. He's only a little--a little dreamy, you know.” He took hold of Bruno's other hand; and led the children down a long passage I had never noticed before--not that there was anything remarkable in that: I was constantly coming on new rooms and passages in that mysterious Palace, and very seldom succeeded in finding the old ones again. Near the end of the passage the Professor stopped. “This is his room,” he said, pointing to the solid wall. “We ca'n't get in through there!” Bruno exclaimed. Sylvie said nothing, till she had carefully examined whether the wall opened anywhere. Then she laughed merrily. “You're playing us a trick, you dear old thing!” she said. “There's no door here!” “There isn't any door to the room,” said the Professor. “We shall have to climb in at the window.” So we went into the garden, and soon found the window of the Other Professor's room. It was a ground-floor window, and stood invitingly open: the Professor first lifted the two children in, and then he and I climbed in after them. {Image...The other professor} The Other Professor was seated at a table, with a large book open before him, on which his forehead was resting: he had clasped his arms round the book, and was snoring heavily. “He usually reads like that,” the Professor remarked, “when the book's very interesting: and then sometimes it's very difficult to get him to attend!” This seemed to be one of the difficult times: the Professor lifted him up, once or twice, and shook him violently: but he always returned to his book the moment he was let go of, and showed by his heavy breathing that the book was as interesting as ever. “How dreamy he is!” the Professor exclaimed. “He must have got to a very interesting part of the book!” And he rained quite a shower of thumps on the Other Professor's back, shouting “Hoy! Hoy!” all the time. “Isn't it wonderful that he should be so dreamy?” he said to Bruno. “If he's always as sleepy as that,” Bruno remarked, “a course he's dreamy!” “But what are we to do?” said the Professor. “You see he's quite wrapped up in the book!” “Suppose oo shuts the book?” Bruno suggested. “That's it!” cried the delighted Professor. “Of course that'll do it!” And he shut up the book so quickly that he caught the Other Professor's nose between the leaves, and gave it a severe pinch.