"I'm a little traveler who goes For miles and miles upon her toes. But sometimes when I'm tired out I think I hear a kind of voice shout, 'Come, ride with me upon my Goose,' And other times it is a Moose, And then again a steed with wings; Or maybe some kind stranger brings A ship that sails the ocean wide, And so instead of walk, I ride." "Well, well, your a little poetry maker," said the Chocolate Man. "Now you are the very person to write pretty little verses on our round peppermint candies." And then he held out his chocolate hand and drew tired Mary Louise inside the gate, after which he locked it with a silver key. "Come with me to our Candy Factory," and he ran down the street, which was paved with little red brick candies, until he came to a big Rock Candy Building. "Look here," gasped Mary Louise, all out of breath with running, for that Chocolate Man was the best athlete in all Peppermint City, "I said I was lost. I'm not a poetry maker. I wouldn't make poetry for anything. I want to see things, not dream about them!" "Dear me," said the Chocolate Man, and he let go the lollypop door handle, "I'm sorry. I thought you'd like to stay here." "Don't feel badly about it," said Mary Louise as he shook hands and said good-by. "I must find my way home. I've no time to lose." "Heigh ho, this is a big river," she exclaimed a little later as she stood on the bank of a swiftly flowing stream. "There isn't any bridge, how can you get across, There isn't any boat and you haven't any horse That could swim across this river with you upon its back, So I guess you'll have to turn about and go back upon your track," sang a cross voice. "She won't have to do anything of the sort," answered a kind voice and a little white duck in a boat rowed up to the bank. "Come, jump aboard," quacked Commodore Drake, for that was the name of this duck sailor. Mary Louise jumped in and away they went down the river to the deep blue sea. And after a while, maybe a mile, and perhaps a little more, they came to the restless ocean. "Now," said the duck, with a wheezy, breezy quack, "I'll take you to the Hotel Wave Crest." Presently they came to an island where a lovely coral building shone pinky bright in the rays of the sun. Right in front of it were two bell buoys who rang little bells to tell the man who owned the hotel that somebody wanted a room with a fresh salt water bath. As soon as Commodore Drake had fastened the little boat to the wharf, he and Mary Louise walked up the steps and into Wave Crest Hotel. When the proprietor, a nice old Dolphin, saw Mary Louise's lovely sea green coat, he at once asked where she had bought it. "The King of the Crabs gave it to me." "You don't tell me," exclaimed the old Dolphin. "Do you know that coat is a magic one?" "What can it do?" asked Mary Louise, even more surprised than you are.