Then because the ancient Iff's song had so enchanted Floo he could not even close his eyes but simply _had_ to keep on looking at the monster, she threw her beautiful hand-embroidered handkerchief over his face, and presently the effect of the Grammarsaurus's stare passed away and Floo felt much better. "Now," said the Dancing Pearl, "if I were you I'd look in my book of instructions and turn this nasty old thing into something less dangerous." Floo groaned. "I can't," he replied. "This book only tells how to transform a person or a thing _once_. You see, Hoo Hoo did not think I would have to do it more than once." "But," said the Dancing Pearl, "I don't see why you cannot transform this Grammarsaurus. You never transformed him before." "Yes, I did," responded Floo. "I turned the Hermit into a lemon, and this monster is only a continuation of the lemon. In other words, the Hermit was first a lemon and now he's a Grammarsaurus, and the book doesn't tell how to transform him again." Well, you may be sure this tickled the ancient Iff very much. As Floo and the Dancing Pearl conversed he had been listening with all his might, and when he heard Floo confess that he did not know how to transform the monster into anything else the ancient Iff gave a loud cheer and capered about gleefully. "My, my," he exclaimed, "but I have got you two in a fix. I may not be able to make you so dizzy you'll fall down and I can eat you, but that is no reason why I cannot scrouge you so I'll be able to gobble you up after a while." And with that he began to crowd them against the walls of the cave something awful. It was just like having a house trying to walk over you, and Floo and the Dancing Pearl had to step lively to keep out of the monster's way. "If we can only get outside," panted Floo, "I believe I can fix him, for I've thought of a plan." "All right," said the Dancing Pearl, "I'll run to the back of the cave and when he comes after me you run outside and before he can squash me I'll join you." "But," said Floo, "are you quite sure you can do it?" "Yes, indeed," replied the girl. "I'm as light as a feather on my feet. I haven't been a dancer for nothing." And sure enough, when the Grammarsaurus, puffing and snorting, tried to scrouge her to nothing at the rear of the cave, she sprang swiftly aside, and in a moment was beside Floo outside the entrance. And then, just as the furious creature was galloping toward the door of the cavern to try to crush them outside, Floo, looking in his book, wiggled his fingers and repeated hastily: Cave, bar the monster's rage-- Four, three, two, one. Cave, turn into a cage-- Do, do it, doing, done. Then he stamped his foot, and bing--instead of a rocky cave there stood before them a fine, big, iron cage, strong enough to hold anything, and inside of it was the Grammarsaurus. "Oh," cried the Dancing Pearl, "what a delightful idea!"