There I crouch where owls do cry;
On the bat’s back I do fly,
After summer merrily,
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bow.”
The song was followed by a merry dance, and Dorothy watched the fairies with delight.
All at once as the fairies danced a strange footstep was heard approaching. In the twinkling of an eye, every fairy disappeared, Dorothy’s silver swing broke in the middle, and she found herself under the oak tree, with the professor’s spectacles in her lap.
She looked up and there stood Uncle John Philip looking down at her, a puzzled smile on his face.
“My dear child,” said the professor, “how did you get here and what are you doing with my spectacles?”
Dorothy looked at the glasses in her lap and two big tears rolled down her cheek.