How she laughed and cried and hugged and kissed her mother. Then she told all about Tinytown—just as I’ve told you, and showed her the lovely little Rose Cottage, the town hall, the school house, the church, the fire-engine house and the shops.
“Mother, they were all so perfectly dear to me I hate to leave them,” she said.
“Why, Tiny, girl,” laughed her mother, “we can visit Tinytown again, now we know where it is—then you can always keep your friends.”
“Yes, and I can explain to them, Mother dear, how they were mistaken, and I didn’t run away.”
But when Tiny and her mother came to look for it a few days later, Tinytown was gone. The Story People had taken it for their own.
“Mother!” she Cried. “Oh, Mother!”
“What a sweet story!” exclaimed Mary Frances, when the Story Lady finished.