In Which Mrs. Pimms Completes the Rescue...
(Part IV of Mrs. Pimms Finds a Fairy)
In the space of a moment, Mr. Pimms saw an old wood with a strange light. This vision, however, was rather brief, for in another instant he found himself barreling head long into Mrs. Pimms, who caught him in her arms and proceeded to drag him and a small child, who looked vaguely familiar, out of a ring of mushrooms, which looked more than vaguely familiar.
‘Mary!’ Mr. Pimms exclaimed.
‘Not yet,’ hissed Mrs. Pimms, moving swiftly, holding tightly to her precious cargo with each arm. They went at great speed until they were out of the woods and could make out the twinkling lights of the village beyond. Suddenly she stopped, dropping Mr. Pimms’ and young Mary’s arms, and turned a radiant face up to greet Mr. Pimms.
‘Gregory! I knew you’d come,’ she beamed up at her husband and threw her arms around his neck.