The General of the Guard took a knapsack from his back and spread a large piece of silk upon the ground. Then with heavy twine, he fastened the four corners of the silk to the Magic Umbrella.
“Gran’ma, Janey and Mrs. Tiptoe, you ladies can ride in the Magic Umbrella and we men will ride underneath,” he directed. And when all had taken their places, the General of the Guard told Gran’ma to wish the Magic Umbrella to fly to the Princess’ Castle, and away they started.
The City of Nite was built upon a beautiful island and in the center stood the wonderful Castle, its tall spires and towers rising high above all the other buildings.
As they approached the Castle, the Magic Umbrella settled upon one of the broad terraces. The Princess came running out to meet them as the party climbed out of the Magic Umbrella.
Mrs. Tiptoe had to tell the Princess of her adventure as they went inside the Castle.
“And to think you were the Soft-Voiced Cow,” laughed the Princess, “and that none of us suspected it! My, I am glad we are all safe and sound and home again!”
“We are very glad too,” Gran’ma said, “but Gran’pa, Janey, Johnny and I are still very far from home!”
“Oh, you will like it here,” the Princess laughed as she threw her arms about Gran’ma. “And I shall have you live here with me all the time in the Castle, for we owe everything to you!”
“You saved the Princess from the Green Jar and charmed away the wicked magic from Mrs. Tiptoe!” exclaimed the General of the Guard.
“We must keep you with us always,” the Princess said as the party walked into a great hall. “Now, Gran’pa,” she continued, “I will let Mr. Tiptoe show you and Johnny to your rooms, and when all have dressed we are going to have a nice little party all to ourselves. I will take Gran’ma and Janey and Mrs. Tiptoe to their rooms and we will meet you in the Banquet Hall very soon.”