into the night

They all crept down stairs and out into the dark, silent garden. An owl hooted nearby, and something ran down the garden path. Beth nearly squealed.

"Ssh! It's only a mouse or something,' said Joe. "I'll switch on my light now. Keep close together and we'll see where we're going."

In a bunch they went down the back garden and out into the little lane there. The Enchanted Wood loomed up big and dark. The trees spoke to one another softly.

"Wisha-wisha-wisha,' they said. "Wisha-wisha-wisha!"

The children jumped over the ditch and walked through the wood, down the paths they knew so well. The wood was full of fairy-folk going about their business. They took no notice of the children. Joe soon switched off his light. Lanterns shone everywhere and gave enough light to see by.

They soon came to the great dark trunk of the Faraway Tree.

(ref: The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton