him into his waiting taxi in the friendliest possible way â and Hayley was left to face Grandmaâs anger.
âHow dare you be so rude to poor Uncle Jolyon!â she said. âGo up to your room and stay there! I donât want to set eyes on you until youâve remembered how to behave properly.â
Hayley was quite glad to go. She wanted to be alone to digest all the things she had seen that afternoon. But she could not resist turning round halfway upstairs. âUncle Jolyon isnât poor,â she said. âAnd he orders Grandpa around.â
â Go !â Grandma commanded, pointing a strong finger upstairs.
Hayley went. She went into her room and sat there for a long time, staring at the photo of her parents on the mantelpiece. So happy. That was what Hayley had expected the mythosphere to be like, full of happiness, but it seemed to be full of tragic things instead.
After a while, though, it occurred to her that in a way it was full of happiness. The hunter in the leopardskin had been happy, until he saw the ladies and turned all mean. The ladies who turned into swans had been happy as they ran down to the water. And that boy with the dogs had been happiest of all until he was stupid enough to annoy a goddess.
âItâs silly to let the bad things come out on top!â Hayley said aloud. âThe good, happy things are just as important. They just donât seem to last. You want to catch them at their best and keep them if you can.â
She looked hard at the photo and wished she had another photo to put beside it, of the boy and his dogs. They had been having such fun chasing through the budding green woods. She began to imagine them, notas she had seen them, but before that, running in an eager line, with the boy at the back of them, cracking his whip and laughing at their mistakes. She remembered that each dog was slightly different from the others. Snuffer had one brown ear. Chaser was all white, while Doom was nearly black, with yellow speckles. Bell had a pale brown patch, like a saddle, on her back. The brown-and-yellow one was Pickles, the one with the white ears was Flags and the other dark-coloured one was Genius. Then there were Rags, Noser, Wag and Petruvia, all of whom were greyish with black bits in different places. As for the boy, he had been wearing baggy clothes rather like Fluteâs, only in brighter colours, blues and reds. His whip had red patterns on the handle.
Hayley could really almost see them, rushing along, tails up and waving. She could hear their pattering and panting, the occasional yelp, and the boy laughing as he cracked his whip. She could smell dog and leafy forest. So happyâ
Grandma came in just then, saying, âWell? Have you rememberedâ Hayley !â
Hayley came to herself with a jump to find the boyand his dogs really and truly rushing through her room in front of her, soundless now and fading as they ran, while Grandma stared at them in grey outrage.
âI have had enough of you, Hayley,â Grandma said. âYouâre a wicked little girl â quite uncontrollable! Havenât I taught you not mix There with Here?â
The dogs faded silently away and the boy melted off after them. Hayley turned miserably to Grandma. âThey were happy. They werenât doing any harm.â
âIf thatâs all you can sayââ Grandma began.
âIt is,â Hayley interrupted defiantly. âItâs what I say. Happy !â
Chapter Five
H ayley hated to remember the next bit. Grandma refused to explain or speak to Hayley. She simply rammed Hayleyâs clothes into a suitcase and made Grandpa phone Aunt May to send Cousin Mercer to fetch Hayley away. Hayley was locked into her room until Cousin Mercer arrived the following morning and nobody came near her, even to bring food. That was bad enough. So was the journey that followed, long and confusing and full of delays and rain. But the