"I don't want any Prince; Julia. I want my mamma. I'm tired of being a Princess. I want to go home. Let's call."
"But what if they are burglars."
"Burglars don't carry lights, do they?"
Then they heard voices calling:
"Julia, Beth."
"Here we are, papa. Here, up in this big tree."
This answer brought relief to many hearts. Even Julia was not sorry to descend again to earth, and be once more an ordinary girl. Romance is not always as pleasant as being practical. Let children who are inclined to run away from home, remember this.