“What about the Soft-Voiced Cow!” cried Janey.
“I shall not leave her behind if we never get to the City of Nite, and if we never get back our Flying Boat!” cried Gran’ma, as she scrambled out of the Magic Umbrella.
“Nor I either!” Gran’pa exclaimed as he too hopped from the Magic Umbrella.
Johnny and Janey followed them, and they all went over to the Soft-Voiced Cow and sat down on the grass.
“You may spoil everything!” said the Soft-Voiced Cow. “Please do not think of me! Get into the umbrella and go with the Princess to the City of Nite and I will follow as best I can!”
“Shan’t do it!” said Gran’ma firmly.
“Wouldn’t think of it!” cried Gran’pa.
“I have it!” cried the Dancing Master. “I hate to leave the Soft-Voiced Cow here, so if the Princess will excuse me, I will journey afoot with you and she can wish herself in the City of Nite!”
“I believe it would be best for the Princess to wish herself with her Mamma!” said Janey. “Then her Mamma and Daddy can advise her what to do!”
“Your advice is good,” said the Princess, and kissing them all good-bye, she stepped into the Magic Umbrella and flew up over the mountains leaving the little group of friends watching her with tear-dimmed eyes. She was such a good, dear, sweet, beautiful Princess that they hated to see her go.