Janey’s fish turned out to be doughnuts, and Gran’ma’s changed to cream puffs when placed before the fire.
“This is fit for a king!” Gran’ma cried as she sampled the egg fish.
“I wonder why Mr. Tiptoe doesn’t come,” Gran’pa said. “He must have packed up quite a load! Guess I’ll run down the mountain and help him along!”
“Indeed you won’t!” cried Gran’ma as she caught his coat tails.
“You don’t know when old Jingles the Magician may catch up with us! I think now that we have finished our dinners, it would be best if we hurried on!”
“Yes, let’s go on!” Johnny suggested. “Mr. Tiptoe knows the way and will soon catch up with us!”
CHAPTER IX
Johnny and Janey Grow Very Tall and Have Some Strange Adventures
The path led up over a ledge in the mountain, revealing a pretty little valley between the high cliffs on either side. The grass under their feet was soft as velvet as they walked toward a tiny white bridge over a brook.
“This ought to be good ground for growing potatoes!” said Gran’pa, stopping to gaze about him at the charming valley.