"While the conversation continued, and the Queen was instructing the children and showing them why it was wise to learn their lessons well, they came in sight of the spot where they first landed upon the island. "There was a loud commotion down on the shore of the lake, and they were surprised to see all the dolls climbing into their boat. Scarcely had they stopped to view the wonderful and interesting sight than the barque which had borne them to the Island of Dreams appeared from a near-by bay and was soon at the landing, awaiting the commands of the Queen. "The mermaids in charge of the doll-boat had driven their dolphins a short distance from the shore where they lay as if waiting for a race with the Queen's barque. It was not long before the two boats were resting on the lake side by side. "Arthur expected every moment to see the waiting dolphins leap forward in a wild effort to surpass each other; but, as there seemed to be no effort made to start them, he soon changed his mind and sat looking upon the plump, round backs of the dolphins as they lay motionless in the lake before them. "There was a sound of rushing wings high in the air. Again the sky separated as before, and the angels who first welcomed them to the Island of Dreams came falling from the sky. "In the barque of the dolls all was now quiet. "There was a sudden outburst of celestial music from a chime of rich-toned bells in the heavens above, and as the angels hovered over the boats, it was thus they sang a parting song: "'Come again to the lake that is crimson and gold, For the barques ever wait your command; The mermaids are true and the dolphins are bold, To pilot you safe to its strand. Tell the children of earth that the Island of Mirth, The one place where the sun ever gleams, Like a story that's told that will never grow old, Is the beautiful Island of Dreams. The Island of Dreams, the Island of Dreams, Ever gay is the Island of Dreams. "'Come again to the lake that is crimson and gold, Come again to our heavenly clime; Though the ways of the world may be cruel and cold, It is warm over here all the time. When despairing and sad, with no heart to be glad, And engulfed by the tears that you weep, Bring your troubles a while to our magical isle, And the Sand Man will rock them to sleep. In the Island of Dreams, the Island of Dreams, The Sand Man will rock them to sleep.' "No sooner had the angels ceased their beautiful song than they disappeared as quickly as they had come, and there was nothing to be seen but the unbroken arch of the deep blue sky.