“‘BUT WHERE’S THE CLOAK?’ ASKED THE DOG.”
“Sure enough!” replied Bud. “Why didn’t we think of that before?”
“You will have to make the wish, Bud,” said Fluff, “for all the rest of us have wished, and you have not made yours yet.”
“All right,” answered the king. “If I must, I must. But I’m sorry I have to do it now, for I was saving my wish for something else.”
“But where’s the cloak?” asked the dog, rudely breaking into the conversation. “You can’t wish without the cloak.”
“The cloak is locked up in a drawer in my room at the palace,” said Fluff.
“And our enemies have possession of the palace,” continued Tallydab, gloomily. “Was there ever such ill luck!”
“Never mind,” said Aunt Rivette, “I’ll fly back and get it—that is, if the Roly-Rogues haven’t already broken open the drawer and discovered the cloak.”
“Please go at once, then!” exclaimed Fluff. “Here is the key,” and she unfastened it from the chain at her neck and handed it to her aunt. “But be careful, whatever you do, that those horrible creatures do not catch you.”