Then in the twinkling of an eye the little dwarf was gone. The little boy lost no time trying the chair, you may be sure.
He said, “I think I would like to go to China.” And he began to rock to and fro. He rocked so hard that he rocked right out of the house. Then the chair sailed away up over the tree-tops, and he kept rocking all the way until they arrived in China.
The chair stopped outside of a fine house, and said, “I will wait for you.”
Then the little boy went into the house and the Chinamen were very polite to him. They taught him to eat with chopsticks, and they gave him a pound of tea to take home with him. They tied the tea up in a fine silk handkerchief.
A great clock struck twelve and the little boy remembered that the chair did not want to wait later than twelve, so he bade his new friends good-bye and went outside.
He stepped into the chair and said, “Home again, home again,” and they rode along homeward.
The chair said, “I know one little verse the dwarf keeps whispering to himself when he uses this magic chair. It is this,
“‘When ’tis midnight heed the hour,
Or the chair may lose its magic power.’”
“Thank you, I will remember that,” said the little boy, and whizzing along they went on home.