At the same moment Lion dropped his paws from the Pretty Lady’s eyes and there was the tip of her whip resting on Tiger’s left ear!
“Dan!” cried she, while all the animals began chanting:
“Oh, Dan, Dan, Diggeldy Dan,
Go find us a story as fast as you can!”
“Indeed he will,” promised the Pretty Lady, “for I know exactly where to take him. Only he may have to be absent over one twilight.”
“We’ll not mind,” said Lion.
“No, not one bit,” cried the rest.
“Especially if he brings back an extra fine story,” added Camel.
“Let us start at once, then,” the Pretty Lady commanded, “for we have a long way to go.”
Off dashed the animals and were soon back in their homes. Dan locked the last door and then, twirling about on one foot and waving a farewell in every direction, he danced down the tent and jumped to the back of the White-White Horse. The Pretty Lady had already sprung to her seat. Dan once beside her, she touched the snow-white steed and the journey into twilight-land was begun.