"Well," chuckled Notta, "I don't usually fly before breakfast, but I'd fly from Un any time."
Snorer, who still held the lever, beamed over his shoulder at the clown.
"Didn't I manage well?" he chirped happily. "I say, when anything's to be done just leave it to old Nickadoodle."
"We can never thank you enough," declared Notta. "But how will you get back? Will you fly?"
"I'm not going back," exulted Snorer, flapping his wings. "I'd be unusual anywhere and I am never going to leave you, you beautiful creature."
"Then our fortune is made," said the clown, with a wink at Bob, "for in a circus you'd be more than half the show."
"I'll show them how to snore," chuckled Nick. "I do that better than anything else. But I'd do anything for you, for I love you with all my heart," continued Snorer calmly, "and the boy, too. And I love—"
"Don't you dare love me," rumbled the Cowardly Lion, wrathfully jerking his head from beneath the seat. "I won't allow it!"
"All right," sighed Nick, adjusting his nose. "I'll try not to love you, but it's going to be hard work, you're so handsome."
"There! There!" interrupted the Cowardly Lion gruffly, but he couldn't help looking pleased. "You may like me if you wish," he added mildly. "Any land in sight?"