The Dancing Master was crestfallen. “I am always putting my foot into it!” he exclaimed.
“Please do not worry,” said Gran’ma, seeing how sorry the Dancing Master felt. “You did just what you thought was best!”
“Indeed I did!” answered the Dancing Master. “But that does not bring back the Flying Boat.”
“What do you intend doing with the wicked Magician?” asked Gran’pa.
“Nothing!” replied the Chief of Detectives. “He is very well off where he is, and he will never be able to do any mischief as long as he holds on to the wire, or,” he added with a sly wink at the Soft-Voiced Cow, “until the wire lets go of him!”
“I feel sorry for him!” said Janey.
“Well you need not, Sis!” Johnny cried. “Look at me and you will see about how you look! And it is all the wicked Jingles’ fault!”
“Why, what in the world is the matter?” asked the Dancing Master, noticing for the first time that Janey and Johnny had grown so much taller.
“We caught hold of the wire!” replied Johnny.
“And it made you grow so much taller?” cried the Dancing Master in astonishment.