He moved forward quickly and pushed open the door. The room itself was
lightened by the gleam from the passage and also by the moonlight that
came dimly through the window. The shadow of some great tree was flung
upon the floor. He saw, at once, that the room was changed. The
rocking-horse that had been yesterday against the wall had now been
dragged far across the floor. The white front of the dolls'-house had
swung open and the furniture was disturbed as though some child had been
interrupted in his play. Four large dolls sat solemnly round a dolls'
tea-table, and a dolls' tea service was arranged in front of them. In
the very centre of the room a fine castle of bricks had been rising, a
perfect Tower of Babel in its frustrated ambition.
The shadow of the great tree shook and quivered above these things.
Seymour saw Mrs. Trenchard's face, he heard her whisper:
"Who is it? What is it?"
Then she fell upon her knees near the tower of bricks. She gazed at
them, stared round the rest of the room, then looked up at him, saying
very quietly:
"I knew that they would come back one day.
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