There was something strange and extraordinary about her – something that was frightening and at the same time most exciting. - P. L. Travers

Since 1939, however, there have been no bonfires on the village greens. No fireworks gleam in the blackened parks and the streets are dark and silent. But this darkness will not last forever. There will some day come a Fifth of November — or another date, it doesn't matter — when fires will burn in a chain of brightness from Land's End to John O' Groats. The children will dance and leap about them as they did in the times before. They will take each other by the hand and watch the rockets breaking, and afterwards they will go home singing to the houses full of light...

But at the very moment she was thinking these thoughts, adventure, as she afterwards told my Mother, was stalking her.

Next time you must stay for tea and we'll all sit together on a rock and sing a song to the moon