The Sand Man will rock them to sleep.'
"No sooner had the angels ceased their beautiful song than they disappeared as quickly as they had come, and there was nothing to be seen but the unbroken arch of the deep blue sky.
"The dolphins shot forward across the lake and bore the dolls away on their homeward journey. As the barque containing the Queen and the children passed leisurely along the shore, they could plainly see the Sand Man, going home after his daily toil with Mr. Sleepy Head stumbling and staggering behind him.
"With a wave of their hands and a blessing upon the wonderful Island of Dreams, the boat turned out into the lake and moved rapidly toward the high rock on the distant shore.
"Kimbo the Giant did not bother them to alight, but placing the palm of his big hand down by the side of the boat, he bade them stand upon it; then, in a trice, he lifted all three to the top of the high rock for a last, long look on the lake.
"The dolphins rolled playfully in the tide below. The mermaids waved a bashful adieu; and then, with a burst of speed, the barque swept like a whirlwind across the lake and was soon lost to sight.
"The ride on top of the Giant's head back to the throne of the Queen was just as delightful as their former trip through the land of Santa Claus, for Kimbo tried in every possible manner to offer them amusement.
"Now he would shout 'Hold tight!' as he jumped over a tall hill. Then he would give them some other warning, as he suddenly leaped from the top of one hill to another, and sailed through the air over the great valley below.
"It was thus he amused the Queen and the children until, with one last mighty leap, he cleared the tall factories of Santa Claus and Taffy River at a single bound and landed them safely upon the golden throne.
"By this time the children had become well acquainted with the Giant, so much so that for some time they stood talking with him. Little Arthur thanked him for the kindness he had shown to both himself and his sister, and as the Giant's mouth opened for a merry laugh, they noticed that his white snowy teeth resembled, in shape as well as in size, the grave-stones that stood in the village churchyard on the hill at Harpers Ferry. Nor could they suppress their surprise as he raised his enormous hand to bid them good-bye.