After this they went back to Flora"s room and sat down, while Flora told Jem the rest of her story.
"Oh!" sighed Jem, when she came to the end. "How delightful it is to be here! Can I never come again?"
"In one way you can," said Flora. "When you want to come, just sit down and be as quiet as possible, and shut your eyes and think very hard about it. You can see everything you have seen to-day, if you try."
"Then I shall be sure to try," Jem answered. She was going to ask some other question, but Baby stopped her.
"Oh! I"m falling awake," she whimpered, crossly, rubbing her eyes. "I"m falling awake again."
And then, suddenly, a very strange feeling came over Jem. Flora and the pretty room seemed to fade away, and, without being able to account for it at all, she found herself sitting on her little stool again, with a beautiful scarlet and gold book on her knee, and her mother standing by laughing at her amazed face. As to Miss Baby, she was crying as hard as she could in her crib.
"Mother!" Jem cried out, "have you really come home so early as this, and--and," rubbing her eyes in great amazement, "how did I come down?"
"Don"t I look as if I was real?" said her mother, laughing and kissing her. "And doesn"t your present look real? I don"t know how you came down, I"m sure. Where have you been?"
Jem shook her head very mysteriously. She saw that her mother fancied she had been asleep, but she herself knew better.
"I know you wouldn"t believe it was true if I told you," she said; "I have been BEHIND THE WHITE BRICK."