The King wished them to stay until he had learned how he came to change characters, but as soon as they had finished dinner, Gran’ma said they must leave.
“If I can discover just what happened when I walked out to look at the Sun,” the King laughed as he said good-bye, “I will write to you and try to find a way to get the letter into your hands.”
“It seems as if you could make a little Flying Boat and put the letter in it and send it to us,” Johnny said.
“Then you can expect to hear from me,” the King replied, as he waved good-bye to them.
Gran’ma and the children took a nap while Gran’pa guided the Flying Boat on its return trip and when he finally awakened them, the new Flying Boat stood in the back yard near the kitchen door at Gran’pa’s home.
“Well,” said Gran’ma as she jumped out of the boat, “the Castle of the Princess was comfortable and beautiful and King David’s Palace was magnificent, but our little old home is the best of all!”
“Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home!” Gran’pa sang as he helped Janey from the boat.
“I hope the moths haven’t got in the carpets!” Gran’ma said, as she opened the back door.
