It was scarcely large enough for them all, even if they sat upon the edges, and while they were all squeezing into the Magic Umbrella the Soft-Voiced Cow walked up. [Illustration] “What about the Soft-Voiced Cow!” cried Janey. “I shall not leave her behind if we never get to the City of Nite, and if we never get back our Flying Boat!” cried Gran’ma, as she scrambled out of the Magic Umbrella. “Nor I either!” Gran’pa exclaimed as he too hopped from the Magic Umbrella. Johnny and Janey followed them, and they all went over to the Soft-Voiced Cow and sat down on the grass. “You may spoil everything!” said the Soft-Voiced Cow. “Please do not think of me! Get into the umbrella and go with the Princess to the City of Nite and I will follow as best I can!” “Shan’t do it!” said Gran’ma firmly. “Wouldn’t think of it!” cried Gran’pa. “I have it!” cried the Dancing Master. “I hate to leave the Soft-Voiced Cow here, so if the Princess will excuse me, I will journey afoot with you and she can wish herself in the City of Nite!” “I believe it would be best for the Princess to wish herself with her Mamma!” said Janey. “Then her Mamma and Daddy can advise her what to do!” “Your advice is good,” said the Princess, and kissing them all good-bye, she stepped into the Magic Umbrella and flew up over the mountains leaving the little group of friends watching her with tear-dimmed eyes. She was such a good, dear, sweet, beautiful Princess that they hated to see her go. “I have a few things to pack,” said the Dancing Master, “but I shall soon catch up with you. Keep to the right on all paths up over the mountain and I shall soon be along!” Johnny took the lead, then came Gran’ma, Janey and Gran’pa. Up, up they toiled; up so high they could look back and see the valley stretched far below them like a picture map. At one place they came to a waterfall which dashed straight out of the solid rock and fell for hundreds of feet in a roar of snow-white water. The trees about the side of the river had soft green foliage, different from any trees they had ever seen before. Presently, as they had traveled far and the climb had been very steep, they decided it would be well to rest and wait for the Dancing Master to catch up with them. “I’m getting hungry!” Gran’ma said, “I didn’t eat much at the Dancing Master’s house!” “I wish I had a mince pie in my pocket!” said Gran’pa, winking slyly at Janey. Johnny walked over to where the river ran smoothly before it again plunged down the mountain side. “Come here!” he cried excitedly. “Look at the strange fish!” Gran’pa, Janey and Gran’ma came running to the edge of the stream, but the Soft-Voiced Cow continued eating the velvety grass where she had first stopped. It was the most delicious grass she had tasted in a long, long time. “Perhaps we can catch some,” said Gran’ma, “and fry them for our supper!” Johnny felt through his pockets. “I had a fishing line in one of my pockets!” he said. [Illustration]