‘You had better be quiet and go,’ she said.
‘I shall not.’
‘Oh, very well,’ she answered, perhaps you would like to try the Owl again.’
At the same time the Owl gave him such a look from its gleaming eyes that he turned first red and then white with fright. He made a dash for the window, and he was in such a hurry that he left his umbrella and one of his gloves behind him.
He jumped right through the window high into the air, and as soon as he got outside, strange to say, he began to burn furiously, and he went gradually up into the sky like a fire-balloon—just as when a piece of tissue paper is put on the fire, if you are not careful, it will fly blazing up the chimney.
They watched him out of sight, and then the Princess said with a little sigh of relief:
‘That’s an end of him at last.’
But the Owl shook his head—he knew better.