Now the lord high steward was a deliberate old fellow, and before he replied he dusted the crumbs from his lap, filled and lighted his long pipe, and smoked several whiffs in a thoughtful manner. “It strikes me,” said he at last, “that by means of the Princess Fluff’s magic cloak we can either destroy or scatter these rascally invaders and restore the kingdom to peace and prosperity.” [Illustration: “‘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.” “I’m not afraid,” said Aunt Rivette, confidently. And taking the key, the old lady at once flew away in the direction of the city of Nole, promising to return very soon. Chapter XIX. THE BRAVERY OF AUNT RIVETTE. The Roly-Rogues were so busy rioting that they did not look into the air and discover Aunt Rivette flying over the city. So she alighted, all unobserved, upon a balcony of the palace, just outside the chamber of the Princess Fluff, and succeeded in entering the room. The creatures had ransacked this apartment, as they had every other part of the royal palace, and Fluff’s pretty dresses and ornaments were strewn about in dreadful confusion. But the drawer in which rested the magic cloak was still locked, and in a few moments the old woman had the precious garment in her hands. It was, as we know, the imitation cloak Queen Zixi had made and exchanged for the real one; but so closely did it resemble the fairy cloak that Aunt Rivette had no idea she was carrying a useless garment back to her little niece and nephew. On the contrary, she thought to herself: “Now we can quickly dispose of these monstrous rogues and drive them back to their own country.” Hearing some one moving about in the next room, she ran to the window and soon was flying away with the cloak to the place where she had left Bud and Fluff. “Good!” cried the lord high steward, when he saw the cloak. “Now we have nothing more to fear. Put on your cloak, your Majesty, and make the wish.”