The Enid Blyton Holiday Book - complete online version

41 Illustrated Children's Stories from Enid Blyton

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ing begun than there came the sound of an angry voice, and several sharp slaps. Then somebody began to cry and was hustled away.
" That was poor old Tumpy, I expect," said Micky. " Now we shan't know how to light that witch-candle! Well, I've only got one thing left, and that's a little key. I'll see if I can do anything with that."
He took it out and ran it up and down the candle. Then he struck a match from a box lying nearby and tried to light the candle. But no, it wouldn't light. Micky did everything he could think of, but it wasn't a bit of good. Nothing would make that strange pink candle come alight. Pam was looking out of one of the windows. Not one of them would open, but she was looking out to see what lay beyond. There was a won­derful garden set with big, brilliant flowers, and flying about were the brightest, strangest birds she had ever seen. Pam stared as if she couldn't believe her eyes. Then she saw something else.
" Micky! " she called. " Come here! Look at these two queer chil­dren coming up the path to the house."
Micky looked. Certainly the children were queer. They both had on
pointed hats, and long, sweeping cloaks on which were embroidered moons, suns and stars. They carried long, golden sticks in their hands.
" Goodness! " cried Micky, suddenly. " They must be the Wizard's children—the ones he mistook us for! Now what are we going to do! Bom will soon know we are not the right children, and he will be very angry! Oh dear, whatever shall we do! '
Pam looked wildly round the room—and suddenly her eyes caught sight of a very small door, not more than eighteen inches high, set at the foot of one of the walls.
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