“It has mustard on it!” the Soft-Voiced Cow said, as the tears streamed out of her eyes and she sneezed two or three times. “Mustard!” the man at the counter exclaimed, looking at the cow with a queer expression. “Of course it has mustard on it! I put it on to keep the popcorn hot!” Gran’pa winked at Johnny. “Have you any ice cream cones?” Janey asked. “Plenty!” the man replied. “What flavor?” “Strawberry!” Janey said. “Chocolate!” cried Johnny. “Maple!” Gran’ma said. “Peach!” said Gran’pa. “Dear me! I haven’t any of those flavors! I never heard of them!” And the man leaned upon the counter and scratched his head. “Never heard of chocolate!” exclaimed Johnny. “What flavors have you?” asked Janey. “I have Plumpdoodle, Wiggledoos, Kneebud and Lopjiggle!” “Let me try a Lopjiggle!” said Janey. “Plumpdoodle!” Gran’ma decided. “Wiggledoos!” cried Johnny. “They must be fine!” “I believe I will have a Kneebud!” said Gran’pa. The man handed out the different ice cream cones, and although the flavor of each was different from anything they had ever tasted the travelers thought them fine. Just then the little bell up on the side of the cliff began tinkling. “Hello!” said the man. “Someone else gets a cigar!” They all ran to where they could look down into the little valley and there they saw old Jingles, the wicked Magician, holding on to the electric wire and turning flip-flops in his efforts to get free. The Soft-Voiced Cow began switching her tail nervously. “It’s Old Jingles, the Magician!” cried all in one voice. “I have been in hopes I should land him on the wire!” said the man. “Do you know,” he explained in a confidential tone, “that is the reason I started this place in the mountains! Here, Gran’pa,” he continued, “you may have his cigar. All of you help yourselves to anything you wish. I am through with the business now that old Jingles is on the wire!” “What do you intend doing?” asked Gran’pa. “Nothing,” answered the man. “I’m through now, and I’m going back to the City of Nite!” The bell kept on tinkling and the indicator on the dial kept whirling around in a circle. “Take all the cigars you wish!” the man called to Johnny and Janey, who were behind the counter. “He’s ringing up quite a lot!” “I am glad your wire stopped the wicked creature,” said Gran’ma, “for he was after us and would soon have overtaken us. He took the children’s Flying Machine and he took Gran’pa’s Flying Boat, and he is the one who put the Princess of Nite into the Green Jar!” “Put the lovely Princess in the Green Jar!” the man exclaimed. “Yes!” Gran’pa answered, as they stood and watched the antics of the Magician. “And Gran’ma rescued her! The Princess is on her way to the City of Nite now, in the Dancing Master’s Umbrella!” [Illustration] “Not Tiptoe’s Magic Umbrella?” the man asked, in surprise. “Yes,” answered Gran’pa. “His name is Tiptoe and he was the Princess’ Dancing Master.” “And my brother!” said the Little Man.