By twisting the “Start” spool backward and forward Johnny had brought the Flying Machine to the Moon’s surface very gently, but by no twisting of rudder or the spools could he effect a landing except by heading the Flying Machine directly for the surface. It was in this manner that the machine came to rest, with the front of the box resting upon the surface of the Moon, and the rudder sticking up in the air. The children sat in the box as though they were tied there and were very much surprised to find that they did not fall to the ground. There they sat—directly facing the ground, with their backs to the sky. “Let’s get out and look around, Janey! This feels too funny, sitting this way!” And Johnny started to put his foot over the side of the box down to the Moon. “Wait a moment!” Janey cried as she caught her brother and held him. “We may tumble back into the sky if we get out of the Flying Machine!” “I do not think we shall do that! I had not thought of it, though!” Johnny mused. “One thing certain—it is a long fall to the farm.” Finally Janey cried, “I have it!” And she took off her slipper and held it out to the side of the box. Johnny watched her with much interest. “If the slipper falls to the ground, it is safe for us to get out!” she said as she dropped it. The slipper dropped very slowly to the ground. “It didn’t seem to want to go very much!” she said. “Try the other one,” Johnny suggested. The second slipper floated to the ground in the same manner, very slowly. This puzzled the children, and they were undecided just what to do until another idea struck Janey. “I’ll hold your hand while you climb out, so that if you start to fall up in the air, I can pull you back into the box!” she said. So while his sister held his hand Johnny stepped from the box to the surface of the Moon and straightened up. “Dear me!” he exclaimed. “You look funny sitting there, Janey. Climb out!” “How does it feel when you stand up, Johnny?” she asked. “Natural!” he replied. “Come on!” “I don’t like to!” Janey said, holding to the sides of the box. “It seems so queer.” At this Johnny pushed on the rudder of the Flying Machine and tipped the box over backward, so that his sister found herself sitting up in the box, while the box rested in a natural position upon the ground. “Oh!” Janey exclaimed, as she stood up beside Johnny. “What a relief! My legs are stiff and cramped.” When she stepped from the box Janey intended hopping up and down to straighten out the cramps, but when she jumped she rose in the air six or eight feet, and Johnny, springing to catch his sister, who seemed about to fly off the Moon, gave such a spring he rose ten feet in the air and passed her. Both children settled slowly to the ground, and when they reached there they sat down and held to mushrooms. Johnny wiped the perspiration from his forehead. “My goodness! I thought we were both goners then,” he said.