"Everything has to come to an end some time," replied the Lion quietly, "from ices and parties to empires and the world. However," he added encouragingly, "one can always look forward to some possible and pleasant continuation of almost everything, although, perhaps, on different, not to say advanced lines. Before you children go I shall be able to show you the most wonderfully coloured transformation scene you have ever witnessed. Watch carefully the long wall of the Pavilion which you are facing," commanded the Lion. Carry-on-Merry romped up at this moment laughing as merrily as when the evening commenced. "Time?" inquired Carry-on-Merry. The Pleasant-Faced Lion nodded. "Yes, now," he said. Slowly the golden wall and the roof with its masses of brilliantly hanging flowers seemed to fade away. The children knew it was Trafalgar Square they were looking at once again, yet a Trafalgar Square transformed out of all resemblance to its usual familiar aspect. As the walls appeared to drop before their eyes a brilliant golden bungalow palace with the children dressed as Scarlet Beefeaters grouped down its shining steps glimmered through the rose-pink light in which they beheld it. Surely it could not be the National Gallery! All the children present passed and repassed before it in their dazzling costumes, making vivid splashes of colour, as changeful and as fascinating as a kaleidoscope. The fountains still sprayed their mists of violet, amethyst and gold. "Mark the changing colours well," said the Lion, "and take in all the picture well, for you will not see it ever like this again." The happy fresh voices of the children were still singing with a rare outburst of melody-- "Pleasant-Faced Lion, our thanks to thee, For all your hospitality." "Amen!" said the Lion. "Come, Ridgwell and Christine, jump on!" commanded the Lion, as he sank down in order to enable the two children to get on his back. "Home now!" Both the children looked back many times, of course. They saw the golden bungalow palace for the last time in all its changing lights. Noticed that Queen Boadicea stood majestically upon the topmost step with King Richard upon one side of her and King Charles upon the other. St. George stood with his armour flashing a few steps below. The four merry dogs were gathered around him, whilst Carry-on-Merry was resting his laughing head in one of St. George's hands. The coloured lights grew paler, a mist danced before their eyes, then twinkled and disappeared. "It is gone," said Ridgwell, "and oh! how dark the streets look now!" "But _what_ a party," said Christine. "And what a feast," added Ridgwell. "Yes," replied the Lion philosophically, "it is really remarkable how times have changed. In the olden days, long, long ago, everything was reversed. For instance, it was the Lions who were then provided with the feast, and the children who were eaten."