THE MAGIC SPECTACLES 9 



" That is easily told," said the Voice ; " I have 

 often heard your father calling you." 



" Of course ! how stupid of me ! I might have 

 known that, for if it had been Aunt Prue that 

 you heard, she would have said Di-a-n-a, and 

 you would never have guessed that my usual 

 name is Tommy-Anne. 



" I want to know so many things," she contin- 

 ued. " Everything about the garden and the 

 woods, the water and the sky. If the flowers are 

 sorry that they can't move about, and what they 

 think of ; where the birds spend the winter, and 

 why they sing before they go to sleep. I want 

 to know what all the noises are, that I hear in 

 the woods when it is dark ; why the rain does 

 not put the fireflies' lights out, and where the 

 butterflies come from. Then there is the river, 

 too ; it always says the same thing when it tum- 

 bles over the dead willow below the bridge ; it 

 seems as if I must understand it." 



" If you wish to know so many things, Tommy- 

 Anne," said the Voice, "you must go to Why- 

 land and see for yourself, for there everything 

 tells its own story, and each one sees and hears 

 what he most desires." 



" Whyland, thy land, 

 Away in the cannibal island ! " 



