And then began the craziest, wildest, swiftest drive that anyone ever saw or dreamed of. The horses of the people of the Red City were the fastest in the world, but they were not so fast as the reindeer, and they never quite overtook them. But sometimes they seemed to be drawing very close, and then the Princess would scream, and Wiggles would bark, and the reindeer would toss their antlers and go just a little bit faster. And the racing horses behind, their heads strained forward and their hoofs hardly seeming to touch the ground, would drop back a foot or two. Their riders waved their arms and shouted, and once in a while the occupants of the sleigh could hear threats as to what would happen to them all when they were caught. On they went,—on, and on, and on! And neither the horses nor the reindeer seemed to be even tired. The reindeer, indeed, seemed to enjoy the race, and their small hoofs actually danced over the earth. Suddenly they passed a barefooted girl in a green dress, who laughed and waved to them. “The Idle Princess!” cried Bab. “Dreams-Come-True!” exclaimed Meg. “My Fairy of Fancy!” shouted Dick. “Hush!” said Bizzybuzz. “You don’t know who she is,—you foolish little persons! But whoever she is, she is going to help us now, or I am very much mistaken.” They all stood up in the sleigh to look, and saw a very wonderful and pretty sight. The girl in the green gown was fastening chains of flowers across the wood-path,—back and forth, back and forth, so that the whole way was simply barred and blocked with roses, and lilies, and daisies, and bluebells, and hyacinths, and sweet peas, and every other delicious blossom that you can think of. Now along came the people of the Red City, and the girl in the green dress slipped away into the forest; but she probably peeked a little from behind some tree, and saw what happened afterward. The horses plunged at full speed into the maze of flowers that she had prepared for them, and however they might leap and push and struggle and trample, they could not get through the flower-chains. You see, making chains of flowers happened to be the green-gowned girl’s pet hobby, and no one in the world could ever break the chains she made. But just two riders did manage to force their horses through, and Dick, looking back,—of course that check had given them a splendid advantage,—saw two steeds galloping wildly after them. “She has kept back all but two!” he said. “Dear Fairy of Fancy!” “But what are we to do with these?” asked Star, who was always worrying. “Never fear,” said Bizzybuzz, cheerfully. “These children have too many friends in the Make Believe Land for there to be any danger. Someone else will happen along before long, and see that those two Red City persons have more trouble!”