Turning a cartwheel, Scraps walked a few paces on her hands, then coming right side up, danced amiably along beside Jazzma. Peter chuckled to himself and hoped he would remember all of this nonsense to tell his grandfather. Then, suddenly catching sight of a small Inn, set back among the tune trees, he reached over and touched Scraps on the shoulder. He was terribly hungry, but not being quick at rhymes could not put his hunger into song. Scraps, however, caught his meaning at once and again turned to address the Queen. She had to sing quite loud for all the Tunesters were warbling about this and that till the confusion was terrible. “If we stopped at this Inn, would you think us rude? Your Majesty, my friends crave food!” bawled Scraps not untunefully. The Queen, who was dancing a fox trot and purchasing a bouquet from a flower girl at the same time, nodded graciously and screamed back: “Eat if you wish, our Viol Inn Is kept by the famous Daddy Linn, But eat in time and use your feet, Be careful not to drop a beat!” Scraps sang back to Queen Jazzma: “Using one’s feet to eat’s a feat We’ve never tried, nor dropped a beat.” “If anyone drops a beat, I’ll eat it,” mumbled Grumpy under his breath. Fortunately no one heard him, and in a few moments they reached the Inn. Pausing at the foot of the steps and still marking time to the music, they stared up with great interest. As they did so an old gentleman with a fiddle body and bow legs came skipping out on the porch. “Before you eat, you must pay me In harmonee, sweet harmonee!” sang the Inn Keeper, accompanying himself upon his fiddle body with one bow leg, while he stood upon the other. “Does he mean we have to sing?” whispered Peter, sliding off the oztrich and setting the egg down carefully under a tree. Scraps nodded and while Grumpy and the oztrich rolled their eyes at her pleadingly, she clasped her cotton hands and sang with great feeling a song she had made up about Sir Hokus, the Good Knight of Oz. “As brave as a lion, as bold as a King, Is Sir Hokus of Pokes; he can fight, he can sing, He can sweep out the castle, but Hokus likes best To bag a big giant, or go on a quest, And in Oz an adventure is happening each minute And whenever one happens, he’s sure to be in it!” “Well, he’s not in this one,” thought Peter almost as interested in Scraps’ song as the Inn Keeper. As Daddy Linn was now bowing and smiling and motioning for them to come up, they started quite cheerfully up the steps. But no sooner had they set foot upon the first one than the whole flight danced off. You see, they were dance steps, all the steps in Tune Town are, but after dancing three polkas and a three-step, they waltzed back to the porch and somewhat dizzily the travellers jumped off. “Let’s run away, let’s run away, I can’t keep dancing here all day,” puffed Ozwold, proud to have made up a song at last.