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 Siddereticus disappeared behind the chair and was lost to his view.

"Y-you didn't even say g-good-by!" wailed Fen.

There was a faint clink and a rustle, and when Fen raised his head from the pillows, where he had buried his face in despair, what he saw made him gasp with delight.

Close behind his chair stood a squat little teak-wood table, curiously carved, and spread with a white cloth. On it were set out two queer, tiny cups, with no handles, two silver spoons that had odd figures carved in the bowls, a plate of thin sandwiches, and some dates and figs lying on green leaves. There was also a little fat green jug of milk and a copper kettle on a stand, over which Siddereticus was bending with a match in his hand. Fen could only murmur, "Oh, Oh!" but his face was utterly radiant.