Then in the twinkling of an eye the little dwarf was gone. The little boy lost no time trying the chair, you may be sure. He said, “I think I would like to go to China.” And he began to rock to and fro. He rocked so hard that he rocked right out of the house. Then the chair sailed away up over the tree-tops, and he kept rocking all the way until they arrived in China. The chair stopped outside of a fine house, and said, “I will wait for you.” Then the little boy went into the house and the Chinamen were very polite to him. They taught him to eat with chopsticks, and they gave him a pound of tea to take home with him. They tied the tea up in a fine silk handkerchief. A great clock struck twelve and the little boy remembered that the chair did not want to wait later than twelve, so he bade his new friends good-bye and went outside. He stepped into the chair and said, “Home again, home again,” and they rode along homeward. The chair said, “I know one little verse the dwarf keeps whispering to himself when he uses this magic chair. It is this, “‘When ’tis midnight heed the hour, Or the chair may lose its magic power.’” “Thank you, I will remember that,” said the little boy, and whizzing along they went on home. There sat the old people just as he had left them, nid-nid-nodding by the fire. “Good-bye,” said the chair, “I will hide outside.” The little boy took his tea and his silk handkerchief with him to his own room and he soon fell asleep. His work seemed easy to him next day. He said, “I wonder where I shall go to-night. I believe I will go to Holland if the chair comes around.” Next evening the old people fell asleep as before and there was a gentle tap at the door. The little dwarf had brought the chair again, but he wanted a present this time. He begged so hard for a present that at last the little boy gave him the red silk handkerchief. The little dwarf tied the handkerchief about him as a sash and went off singing in the moonlight. The little boy said, “I will go to Holland.” He rocked away across the sea and he had a fine time, you may be sure. The people in Holland gave him a cheese and a pair of wooden shoes to take home. At exactly twelve o’clock he stepped into the chair and rocked home. Night after night the little boy rode away in the rocking-chair, and all went well until the night he went to the circus. The clown said so many funny things he forgot about the time. It struck twelve o’clock, and one o’clock, and then the circus was over. The little boy stepped out of the tent and his chair was nowhere to be seen, so he had to walk all the way home. The next evening the little dwarf came without the chair. He looked very sad and he said, “Of course, little boy, you meant no harm, But you have broken the magic charm.”