They became excited. They looked here, there, and everywhere for Leeboo. Up into the trees, under the bushes, behind rocks and stones, but all in vain. The beautiful girl seemed to have been spirited away, or the earth had opened and admitted her into fairy-land, or--
But see! To their great joy, yonder comes the young queen holding aloft the dragon-fly and singing to herself.
Not a whit worse was the lovely thing; not one of its four gauzy wings was so much as rumpled.
Then she whispered something to it, and tossed it high in air.
And away it flew, straight to the north-east, as if bent upon delivering the message she had entrusted to its keeping.
She stood gazing after it with flushed cheeks and parted lips until it was no longer visible against the sky's pale blue, then turned away with a sigh.
But Leeboo was not tired yet. There were beautiful birds to be seen and their songs listened to. And there were garlands of wild flowers to be strung.
One she threw over Kaloomah's neck.
Kalamazoo looked wretched.
She made him even a larger, and he was happy. This garland quite hid his mother's frightful teeth.