He ran right to Jack, and put a tiny bit of paper in his hand.
“For pity’s sake, Bet,” Jack exclaimed, “I forgot to send back the magic tree and here’s the Queen’s messenger with a command from Her Majesty! Oh, oh, oh!”
“Will it be all right if he sends it back immediately?” Bet asked of the tiny dog, whose head she was patting.
The dog wagged his tiny tail and stood on his hind legs. Bet bent her ear to his mouth.
“It will be all right,” she said aloud, “if you return it this minute.”
“Attendants!” shouted Jack. “Attendants!”
Out ran the tiny elves.
“Take back the magic tree!” commanded Jack, “and apologize to Her Majesty for keeping it over time.”
He took a little box out of his pocket. Opening it, he shook out a shining powder, and before the girls could see how it came about, the tiny tree just as they first saw it, growing in the little tub, was before them. The elves sprang to its sides. The little dog ran on before; and elves, dog and tree vanished from sight.