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spell.
     
   
"May we have another tin of that spell you sold us just now?" asked
Moon-Face, holding out the empty tin.
     
   
"I've not the tiniest drop left," said the goblin. "And I can't
make any more till the full moon comes. It can only be made in the moonlight."
Everyone looked so miserable that the goblin felt sorry for them. "Why do
you look so unhappy?" he said. "What has happened?"
Jo told him everything. The goblin listened with great interest. Then he smiled.
"Well, my dear boy," he said, "if you can't get a spell to make
the hole big, why don't you buy a spell to make yourselves small? My brother,
the green goblin over there, sells that kind of spell. Only be careful not to
put too much on yourselves, or you may go smaller than you mean to!"
They went over to the green goblin. He was yelling at the top of his voice.
     
   
"Buy my wonderful and most amazing spell! It will make anything as small
as you like! Have you an enemy? Dab him with this and see him shrink to the size
of a mouse! Have you too big a nose? Dab it with this and make it the right size!
Oh, wonderful, astonishing, amazing. . . ."
Everyone hurried up. Moon-Face took some money out of his purse. "I'll have
the spell, please," he said. The green goblin gave him a tin. The spell in
it looked rather like paint, just as the other had done.
     
   
"Now go slow," said the goblin. "You don't want to get too small.
Try a little at a time."
Moon-Face dabbed a little on Silky. She went a bit smaller at once. He dabbed
again. She went smaller still.
     
   
"Is she the right size yet?" asked Moon-Face. Everyone stared at Silky.
     
   
"Not quite," said Bessie. "But she is almost, Moon-Face. So be
careful with your next dab."
Moon-Face was very careful. At the next dab of the spell Silky went to exactly
her right size. She was so pleased.
     
   
"Now you, Jo," said Moon-Face. So he dabbed Jo and got Jo back to his
right size again, too. Then he tried dabbing the Saucepan Man, and soon got him
right. His kettles and saucepans went right, too. It was funny to watch them.
     
   
"Now I'll do you, Moon-Face," said Jo.
     
   
"No, thanks, I'll do myself," said Moon-Face. He dabbed the spell on
to himself and shrank smaller. He dabbed again and went smaller still. Then he
stopped dabbing and put the brush down.
     
   
"You're not quite your ordinary size yet," said Jo.
     
   
"I know," said Moon-Face. "But I always thought I was a bit on
the short side. Now I'm just about right. I always wanted to be a bit taller.
I shan't dab myself any more."
Everyone laughed. It was funny to see Moon-Face a bit taller than usual. As they
stood there and laughed, a curious cold wind began to blow. Moon-Face looked all
round and then began to shout.
     
   
"Quick, quick! The Land of Spells is on the move! Hurry before we get left
behind!"
Everyone got a shock. Good gracious! It would never do to be left behind, just
as everyone had got small enough to go down the hole in the clouds.
     
   
They set off to the hole. The wind blew more and more strongly, and suddenly the
sun went out. It was almost as if somebody had blown it out, Jo thought. At once
darkness fell on the Land of Spells.
     
   
"Take hold of hands, take hold of hands!" cried Jo. "We shall lose
one another if we don't!"
They all took hold of one another's hands and called out their names to make sure
everyone was there. They stumbled on through the darkness.
     
   
"Here's the hole!" cried Jo, at last, and down he went. He felt the
ladder and climbed down that, too. The others followed one by one, pushing close
behind in the dark, longing to get down to the Faraway Tree they knew so well.
How lovely it would be to sit in Moon-Face's room and feel safe!
But down at the bottom of the ladder there was no Faraway Tree. Instead, to Jo's
astonishment, there was a narrow passage, lit by a swinging green lantern.
     
   
"I say,"