“Here, you young scalawags,” he shouted in a big voice, “what's all this nonsense? Where are you going? I know where you are going--you 're going home, straight home.” “Sorry, sir,” said West Wind impudently, “but we told the fairy queen we'd take her friend Bobbie to the Rainbow.” [Illustration: 0053] “I'll take him there myself,” said the old king. “That's just what I'm here for.” So the four Winds had to say good-by to Bobbie and go back home; and Bobbie wasn't sorry to see them go, either. “My messengers, the geese, told me yesterday that you were up here,” said the old king. “I've been on the lookout for you ever since. I was afraid you'd fall in with those rascals of mine. They 're good boys,” he added, not stopping to think he'd just called them rascals, “good boys, but young.” “Oh,” said Bobbie. Then old King Eolus and Bobbie traveled on together until they came to a great shimmering many-colored arch. At the foot of the arch stood the Rainbow Dwarf beside the pot of gold, and piled around him were bags of coins and jewels, chests of silver, and wonderful jars and horns of precious metal. Their splendor dazzled one's eyes. [Illustration: 0055] “All hail!” cried the dwarf. “Good day!” cried King Eolus. “No hail in this weather.” But the Rainbow Dwarf didn't seem to see that any joke was intended, and was as solemn as an owl. “Did you see my daughters?” he asked Bobbie, so suddenly poor Bobbie could only gasp for a moment. “Did you see my daughters in Flower-land?” he questioned again. [Illustration: 0056] “Oh, the Rainbow Fairies,” answered Bobbie. “Yes; but why do they live in Flowerland? Why don't they live here with you?” “Listen to me, son,” answered the dwarf solemnly. “Listen to me. My daughters are the artists for all Fairyland. I taught them to paint here in the Rainbow, and now they paint all the flowers and trees and green things that grow. That's why they live in Flowerland. But they often come to visit me, and of course they have to come back to the Rainbow to get their paint.” Just then Bobbie heard the soft fluttering of wings, and looking up he saw coming toward him the seven dainty Rainbow Fairies. With them was the fairy queen seated on her golden butterfly and driving her brilliant butterfly team. Bobbie was very glad to see the beautiful little fairies again, and they all greeted him and the little dwarf affectionately. [Illustration: 0059] But the fairies seemed in a great hurry. Each carried a long dandelion stem with a fuzzy white head. One by one they went up to the rainbow, dipped the dandelion brush in gleaming color, and, in a second, were off again to Flowerland. The fairy queen told Bobbie of the new violets and buttercups, nodding sunflowers, and fields of new grass waiting to be painted by the Rainbow Fairies. Then she bade Bobbie good-by once more, and waving her hand to the dwarf, mounted her shining steed and flew swiftly away toward the golden sun.