The Dancing Master blew another puff of the powder upon the prostrate form and the old torn clothes changed into silk and velvet.
“Dear me!” Gran’ma cried. “Perhaps we have made a mistake! It isn’t old Jingles!”
And when the Strange Young Man opened his eyes and saw the crowd standing around him, he ran his hand across his forehead as if trying to recollect something.
“Where am I?” he asked.
“You are in the City of Nite,” answered the Princess. “Guards, assist him into the Castle!”
“I believe I can walk,” said the Strange Young Man, “but I cannot imagine how I got here, for I have never heard of the City of Nite before.” And with this he stood upon his feet.
“This is indeed strange,” said the Princess. “Let us all go into the Castle.” And as the people drew aside to let them pass, the Princess, Mrs. Tiptoe, Gran’ma and Janey went up the steps, followed by the Strange Young Man, the Tiptoe Brothers, Gran’pa and Johnny.
“My name is David,” the Strange Young Man said, when all had taken chairs in the Princess’ drawing room and he saw that they looked to him for an explanation, “and my home is in Dayland, or at least,” he continued, “it used to be there.”
“Dayland is on the other side of the Moon!” said the Princess. “My father and mother and I visited there once!”
“If Dayland is on the other side of the Moon,” said David, “this must be the Land Back of the Moon.”