“I’ll leave your hat on the dais, Wamby,” said the boy; and rising from the table, he walked towards the trap-door.
Before he reached it he heard Kitey’s shrill voice calling him, and the little fellow ran up to him saying, “Here’s my lantern-box to light you on the way. You can keep it, Prince, in memory of little Kitey.”
“Thank you, dear old chap,” said Harry, slipping the tiny box into his pocket.
Mounting the steps of the dais, he turned and waved a final farewell to them all, and then took off Wamby’s hat and placed it on the throne, and entered the trap-door. Wrapping the toad in the piece of table-cloth that was still lying in the passage, he carried the little creature along with him.
In the chamber under the rock he found his own hat where he had left it when he came down. Placing it on his head, he mounted the steps and peeped forth, and finding the coast clear, sprang out into the open air, and the trap-door of its own accord shut noiselessly behind him.
The first thing he did was to place the door-pin carefully in the little lantern-box for safe keeping. Then he opened the piece of cloth and placed the little toad on the ground, and sitting down upon the rock, watched him as he first blinked stupidly in the bright light. Master Toad soon, however, gave a tremendous hop, and disappeared in the bushes.
Harry arose and went home thoughtfully, almost wondering if he had been asleep and dreamed of all these strange adventures. But as he vividly recalled everything to mind, and especially as he felt in his pocket the little lantern-box given him by Kitey, he knew that he had actually been among the Pin Elves.
THE END.