"I'm glad I haven't got all those giddy feathers."
"Why?" asked Twinkle, who had been rather awed by the King's splendor.
"Because it would take all my time to keep 'em smooth," answered the boy. "The poor King can't do much more than admire himself, so he don't get time to have fun."
| [CHAPTER XIV] | A Real Fairyland |
As they left the royal arbor of white flowers the Messenger turned to the left and guided his guests through several bright and charming avenues to a grove of trees that had bright blue bark and yellow leaves. Scattered about among the branches were blossoms of a delicate pink color, shaped like a cup and resembling somewhat the flower of the morning-glory.
"Are you hungry?" asked Ephel.
"Oh, I could eat something, I guess," said Chubbins.
The Messenger flew to one of the trees and alighted upon a branch where three of the pink, cup-shaped flowers grew in a row. The children followed him, and sitting one before each blossom they looked within the cups and found them filled with an unknown substance that both looked and smelled delicious and appetizing.