"us when you aren't happy." "But I must know what happens to the children," the Medium said. "It's my worst trouble, getting fond. If I didn't get fond I could be happy all the time. Oh, well, ho hum, I manage to keep pretty jolly, and a little snooze will do wonders for me right now. Good-bye, everyb--" and her word got lost in the general b-b-bz-z of a snore. "Ccome," Mrs Which ordered, and they followed her out of the darkness of the cave to the impersonal grayness of the Medium's planet. "Nnoww, cchilldrenn, yyouu musstt nott bee frrightennedd att whatt iss ggoingg tto hhappenn," Mrs Which warned. "Stay angry, little Meg," Mrs Whatsit"