Oh, the colour, the movement, the loveliness of it all! I once went to a pantomime and saw the Transformation Scene with all the fairies. It was very beautiful and a little like what I saw now. Only there the fairies were all made up with painted faces, and curls which had not grown on their heads, while here you could see at a glance that everything was quite real. And they were so lovely, these fairies! I made myself comfortable at the window, no one could see me from below. Only the moon from the big window opposite stared me full in the face. 'No matter what _you_ think,' I said, nodding at her; 'don't _you_ talk about inquisitiveness. Why there isn't a window or a cranny but you take a peep in if you get the chance!' Down below, at one end of the hall, there was a raised platform; on this, in the largest of the chairs, sat Fairy Queen with a crown on her head and a long silver train. A few other fairies, all with long trains, sat by her, and the rest moved about in the hall. In one corner, just below where I sat, there was a long table, on which were set out plates with pasties and sweets and sandwiches; there were coloured glasses also and flagons of wine. Near the table stood Gogul Mogul greeting the fairies as they arrived and handing them refreshments. He was dressed in green tights, his hair stood up in a great mop. Among all those ladies he was the only gentleman; but he knew his importance, and he looked it. 'Oh yes, she has come,' I heard him say in answer to inquiries; 'what heart could wish for more! she is without, putting herself straight. Did you say raspberry tart or cherry tart?' he asked, turning to a fairy. And taking up a flagon, he quoted-- 'Here plenty's liberal horn shall pour, Of fruits for thee a copious shower.'