"Marry me!" "No, marry me!" "Me!" "Me!" "Me!"
The Queen put her fingers to her ears. "If you don't be quiet I'll fly away altogether," she said.
But it produced no effect at all; the sound of voices went on just like the sound of surf on a pebbly shore.
"Oh, I can't stand it," the Queen said. "And to think that it is to go on like this for ever and ever, and all because of this horrible elixir! I shall fly right away from it."
And she quietly rose and sailed away in the air, and the last she saw of the geese was that they were feebly trying to fly after her, waving their arms frantically as if they had been wings.
The Queen flew straight up into the air, and she had reached a dizzy height before she thought of what she was doing.
To tell the truth, she was a little sorrowful at the thought of leaving the geese; for, with the exception of the old bat, they had been almost her only friends.
"I wish they could have flown with me," she said to herself. "But, good gracious, how high I am getting! I shall be losing my way. Why, the earth looks quite small and quite like a map."
And so it did. Then an idea struck the Queen.
"Suppose I were to fly right up to the sun; what fun it would be!"