round corners
and through doors,
up and down stairs, to the other side of the big house.
At last she found the right room.
She pushed the door open and went in.
It was a big room with beautiful old furniture and pictures.
In the large bed was a boy, who looked tired and cross, with a thin, white, tearful face.
He stared at Mary.
Who are you? he whispered.Are you a dream?