“No,” Gran’ma answered, “we just came to the Moon. We live upon the Earth, and we shall be very glad when we can get back there, too, I tell you!”
“Why don’t you return to the Earth?” the Beautiful Girl inquired.
“Old Jingles, the Magician, took our Flying Boat!” said Gran’pa. “And we are trying to escape from him now, or get our Flying Boat back, or do something, so that we can return to the Earth.”
“Listen!” the Beautiful Girl cried suddenly. “What was that?”
“It sounded like thunder,” Janey said. “There comes the storm cloud!”
“Let us hasten!” the Beautiful Girl cried. “Perhaps we may find shelter somewhere!”
So, catching hold of hands, they all ran as hard as they could until they came to a village.
“Here’s a good place!” the girl cried, as she ran in at an open door.
They reached shelter none too soon, for the storm was upon them.