“Yes,” Janey and Johnny said, “let us go to the City of Nite!”
So, thanking the Faun Boys for their hospitality, Gran’ma and Gran’pa and Janey and Johnny left them and started on their journey.
The Faun Boys had warned them to be careful of old Jingles.
“He may follow you all the way to the City of Nite and try to get each of you alone so he can say his rhymes,” they said, “but once you are in the City you are safe, for we have heard that the Witch is very angry at him and will destroy him some day if she can!”
After leaving the home of the Faun Boys, Gran’ma with her arm about Janey and Gran’pa with his arm around Johnny, the travelers walked until they came to a high cliff above a river. There seemed to be no way across to the other side of the canyon except by way of a Vine Bridge.
“I can never get across that thing!” Gran’ma cried.
“We’ll have to cross it or walk for miles and miles around!” Gran’pa said. For as far as they could see in either direction, the canyon was just as wide and deep as it was there.
“I just know I’d get dizzy and tumble in!” Gran’ma said.
