When they had made a tour of the flower garden they went into the orchard; and they found that the woodpeckers, nut-hatches and creepers had done their work thoroughly, for there was not a sign of a caterpillar anywhere, nor the eggs of any insect. The lawns too were just as well kept, for they were all smooth and velvety, and not a weed could be found. And the more he examined the grounds, the more pleased was the King, and he constantly cried: “Captain Featherweight, I am delighted.” As soon as he had returned to Mount Fern he said to the Captain: “Let your elves be seated around me on the soft rose-petals so lavishly strewn on the floor, as a carpet.” Then he told them all how delighted he was with his visit to Mount Fern; and how much he enjoyed the birds, the trees and the flowers in Templeton Garden. “And do not forget that a year from to-night you’re to come to the Court of the King of the elves, where the flower-elf shall receive a golden girdle for work well done in the garden. “And all the other elves of Mount Fern shall receive a prize for work well done in the Company. “And--as this is the best-trained Company I have seen in my travels--I shall give you, Captain Featherweight, an old and priceless Egyptian amulet worth more than its weight in rubies. “But now I must say good-night, for tomorrow I’m off to the woodlands.” When the King had retired for the night, Captain Featherweight made a motion to Slumber to go to the King of the elves, and help him dream pleasant dreams. Then Slumber sat by his bedside and helped him to dream this dream: The King dreamed he sat by a running river that sparkled and shone in the moonlight, as it rolled over the stones at the bottom in ripples of gleaming silver. And on either side of the flowing river were the softest, greenest, freshest moss-covered banks; while at a little distance magnificent oaks and elms cast their beautiful shadows beneath. And the birds sang in the tree-tops and carolled gaily with health and happiness. The air was cool and sweet; the flowers were bright and gay; all nature was glad; and the King of the elves was happy. And soon he saw coming toward him a chariot of roses drawn by thirty-three humming-birds, three in a row. The chariot stopped near the King, and one of the humming-birds bowed and said: “Noble King, your Empire is all the world; and we have come to take you over land and sea; over high mountains, and rocky billows, to the land of the rising sun. Arise and sit in our chariot.” Then the King arose and sat in the chariot, and the birds flew ever onward--past snow-clad peaks and tall cathedral spires, past green fields and rustling corn--on, on, on through the bright clear air till they came to the land of the rising sun. And as soon as they entered there they heard the blowing of trumpets and beating of drums, and a million voices cried: “Hail, King of the elves! Noble King of the elves!”