“Well,” said Gran’ma as she jumped out of the boat, “the Castle of the Princess was comfortable and beautiful and King David’s Palace was magnificent, but our little old home is the best of all!” “Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home!” Gran’pa sang as he helped Janey from the boat. “I hope the moths haven’t got in the carpets!” Gran’ma said, as she opened the back door. [Illustration] Johnny ran to the chicken shed and came back with six or seven eggs. Janey helped Gran’ma set the table and Gran’pa built the kitchen fire. Then Gran’pa went to the smoke-house and brought in a large ham. “We’ll have some good old ham and eggs!” he said. Gran’ma made the fluffiest biscuits she had ever baked and they sat down to a breakfast which they all enjoyed more than they had ever enjoyed a breakfast before. “Now that we are back home again, doesn’t it all seem far away and strange, like a fairy tale one has read a long time ago?” Gran’ma suggested. “Yes, and like a real fairy tale, it has turned out very happily,” Gran’pa smiled. “I wonder if we shall ever hear from the Princess or from the King,” Johnny said. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the King should marry the beautiful Princess, just as all pretty fairy tales end?” mused Gran’ma. THE END ------------------------------------------------------------------------ TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES 1. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling. 2. Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed. 3. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_. End of Project Gutenberg's The Magical Land of Noom, by Johnny Gruelle