John Dough and the Cherub ..............................................................................................................................1

L. Frank Baum........................................................................................................................................1

The Great Elixir.......................................................................................................................................1

The Two Flasks ........................................................................................................................................5

The Gingerbread Man ..............................................................................................................................6

John Dough Begins his Adventures .........................................................................................................9

Chick, the Cherub..................................................................................................................................14

The Freaks of Phreex.............................................................................................................................28

The Lady Executioner ............................................................................................................................33

The Palace of Romance.........................................................................................................................40

The Silver Pig........................................................................................................................................45

Pittypat and the Mifkets .........................................................................................................................47

The Island Princess................................................................................................................................52

Para Bruin, the Rubber Bear..................................................................................................................58

Black Ooboo..........................................................................................................................................62

Under Land And Water ..........................................................................................................................67

The Fairy Beavers ..................................................................................................................................71

The Flight of the Flamingoes .................................................................................................................76

Sport of Pirate Island.............................................................................................................................79

Hiland and Loland ..................................................................................................................................82

King Dough and his Court.....................................................................................................................86

Over the door appeared a weatherworn sign that read: "JULES GROGRANDE, BAKER." In one of the

windows, painted upon a sheet of cardboard, was another sign: "Homemade Bread by the Best Modern

Machinery." There was a third sign in the window beyond the do orway, and this was marked upon a bit of

When you opened the door, the top of it struck a brass bell suspended from the ceiling and made it tinkle

merrily. Hearing the sound, Madame Leontine Grogrande would come from her little room back of the shop

Madame Leontineor Madame Tina, as the children called herwas quite short and quite fat; and she had a

round, pleasant face that was good to look upon. She moved somewhat slowly, for the rheumatism troubled

her more or less; but no one minded if Mada me was a bit slow in tying up her parcels. For surely no cakes or

buns in all the town were so delicious or fresh as those she sold, and she had a way of giving the biggest

cakes to the smallest girls and boys who came into her shop, that proved she was fond of children and had a

People loved to come to the Grogrande Bakery. When one opened the door an exquisite fragrance of newly

baked bread and cakes greeted the nostrils; and, if you were not hungry when you entered, you were sure to

become so when you examined and smelled the delicious pies and doughnuts and gingerbread and buns with

which the shelves and showcases were stocked. There were trays of French candies, too; and because all the

goods were fresh and wholesome the bakery was well patronized and did a thriving busin ess.

The reason no one saw Monsieur Jules in the shop was because his time was always occupied in the bakery in

the reara long, low room filled with ovens and tables covered with pots and pans and dishes (which the

skillful baker used for mixing and stirrin g) and long shelves bearing sugars and spices and bakingpowders

The bakeroom was three times as big as the shop; but Monsieur Jules needed all the space in the preparation

of the great variety of goods required by his patrons, and he prided himself on the fact that his edibles were

freshmade each day. In order to have the bread and rolls ready at breakfast time he was obliged to get up at

On a certain forenoon the door of the shop opened so abruptly that the little brass bell made a furious jingling.

An Arab dashed into the room, stopped short, looked around with a bewildered air, and then rushed away

Madame looked surprised, but said nothing. She recognized the Arab to be a certain Ali Dubh, living in the

neighborhood, who was accustomed to purchase a loaf from her every morning. Perhaps he had forgotten his

When the afternoon was half over he entered again, running as if fiends were at his heels. In the center of the

room he paused, slapped his forehead despairingly with both palms, and said in a wailing voice:

Next moment he dashed away at full speed, even forgetting to close the door; so Madame came from behind

the counter and did it herself. She delayed a moment to gaze at the figure of Ali Dubh racing up the street.

Things did not startle Madame easily; but the Arab's queer behavior aroused in her a mild curiosity, and

while she stood looking through the glass of the door, and wondering what had excited the man, she saw two

strange forms glide past her shop with a s tealthy motion and proceed in the same direction Ali Dubh had

They were also Arabs, without a doubt; for although their forms were muffled in long cloaks, the turbans they

wore and the glint of their dark, beady eyes proclaimed them children of the desert.

When they came to the alley where Ali Dubh had disappeared, the two strangers were joined by a third, who

crept up to them with the sly, catlike tread Madame had noted, and seemed to confer with them. Afterward

one turned to the east, a second continue d up the street, and the third stole into the alley.

"Yes," thought Madame, "they are after Ali Dubh, sure enough. But if they move so slowly they are not

Now, Madame knew very little of her queer customer; for although he made a daily visit to the bakery for a

loaf and a few cakes, he was of a gloomy disposition, and never stopped for a chat or a bit of gossip. It was

Therefore his excited actions upon this eventful day were really remarkable, and the good lady was puzzled

She sat late in the shop that evening, burning a dingy oil lamp that swung in the center of the room. For her

rheumatism was more painful than usual, and she dreaded to go to bed and waken Monsieur Jules with her

moanings. The good man was slumbering p eacefully upstairsshe could hear his lusty snores even where

So she sat in her little room at the end of the counter, trying to knit by the light of a flickering candle, and

Suddenly the little bell tinkled and a gust of air entered the shop, sending the mingled odors of baked stuff

whirling and scurrying about the room in a most fragrant manner. Then the door closed, and Madame laid

To her astonishment, it proved to be Ali Dubh. His brown cheeks were flushed, and his glittering black eyes

roamed swiftly over the shop before they turned full upon the Madame's calm face.

"I am in great trouble, and you must help me," returned the Arab, hastily. "Lock your door and come with me

Madame hesitated. The request was unusual, and she knew nothing of the Arab's history. But she reflected

that if the man attempted robbery or other mischief she could summon Monsieur Jules with a cry. Also, her

While she thought the matter over the Arab himself locked the street door and hurried into the little room,

"Listen!" said the Arab. "I must tell you all. You must know the truth!" He put his hand in a pocket of his

loose robe and drew out a small flask. It was no bigger than two fingers and was made of pure gold, upon

"The Great Elixir? Ah, it is the Essence of Vitality, the Water of Lifethe Greatest Thing in all the World!"

"Not understand? Why, a drop of the priceless liquid which this Golden Flask contains, if placed upon your

tongue, would send new life coursing through your veins. It would give you power, strength, vitality greater

than youth itself! You could do anyt hingaccomplish wondersperform miraclesif you but tasted this

"How odd!" exclaimed Madame, beginning to feel bewildered. And then she asked: "Where did you get it?"

"Ah! that is the story. That is what you must know," answered Ali Dubh. "It is centuries old, the Great Elixir.

There is no more of it in all the world. The contents of this flask came into the keeping of the Ancestor of the

Chief of my Tribewhom we call a Sheikand has been handed down from father to son as an heirloom

more priceless than diamonds. The Chief of my Tribe, its last owner, carried the flask always hidden in his

breast. But one day, when he and I were hunting together, a mad camel trampled the Sheik to his death, and

with his last breath he gave the Great Elixir into my keeping. The Sheik had no son, and the flask was really

mine. But many other Arab Sheiks longed for the treasure and sought to gain it. So I escaped and wandere d

over the world. I came here, thinking I was safe from pursuit. But they have followed me!"

"Yes. Today I saw them. They know my lodgings. They are secretly hidden near, and before morning I

know they plot to kill me and secure the Great Elixir. But for a time I have escaped them. I came here unseen.

You must help me. You must take char ge of the Great Elixir and keep it safely for me."

"Do not say that, I beg of you," exclaimed the eager Arab. "You are honestI know you are! And they will

"Perhaps not," said Madame, "and then, again, they may. My business is to tend the shop, and I am not going

to get myself killed by a lot of desperate foreigners just to oblige you, Monsieur Ali Dubh! Take your Great

"Then I will cure it! I will cure your pains forever if you will keep my precious Elixir in secret until I come to

"I know it!" declared the Arab. He put his hand in a pocket and drew out another flaska mate to the one

containing the Great Elixir; only this was made of solid silver instead of gold.

"This flask," said Ali Dubh, "contains a positive cure for rheumatism. It will not fail. It never has failed. Take

it and use it to make yourself well. Five drops in a bowl of water are enough. Bathe well the limbs that ache,

and all pain will be go ne forever. Accept it, gracious Madame, and keep for me the other flask in safe hiding

Madame was a practical woman, and it seemed an easy thing to do as the Arab desired. If she could get relief

from those dreadful pains it would be well worth while to undertake a little trouble and responsibility by

"Good," he cried; "I am saved! Guard well my precious flaskthe one of gold. Show it to no onenot even

to your good husband. Remember that diamonds and rubies could not buy the Great Elixirthe marvelous

Essence of Vitality. As for the silver fla sk, I give it to you freely. Its contents will cure all your ailments.

Swiftly he stole from the room, unlocked the street door and vanished into the darkness. And Madame sat

Presently she remembered that the front door was yet unlocked. So she trotted out into the shop, bolted the

door securely, drew down the curtains, and put out the dim light that had burned over the counter. Then

Aside from her rheumatism the good lady had one other physical weakness; she was colorblind. That is, she

could seldom distinguish one color from another, and was quite liable to think blue was green and green was

yellow. Many people have this trouble with their eyes; but it never had bothered Madame especially in

Now, however, when she came back into her room and gazed at the two flasks upon her table, she had no

idea which one was of gold and which of silver, for the weakness of her eyes prevented her from telling them

"Let me see," she murmured; "this must be the flask which the Arab first drew from his pocket. NoI think

this was the one." But the more she hesitated the more confused she became, and in the end she told herself

honestly that she had not the faintest clue to guide her in knowing which flask contained the Essence of

And the pains were now so bad that she was anxious to cure them without a moment's delay.

The engraving on the two flasks was nearly the same; and if some of those queer foreign characters really

differed, Madame did not know it. Also in size and shape the flasks were exactly alike. Truly Madame was in

She had almost decided to hide both flasks until the Arab returned, when several sharp twinges of pain caught

her and made her long most earnestly for relief. If she went to bed now she would be sure to suffer all night,

"I'll guess at it, and take the chances!" declared Madame, firmly. And then, choosing at haphazard, she hid

the silver flask behind the mirror and put the gold one in her pocket. Afterward she picked up the lamp and

walked as silently as possible throu gh the short passage that led to Monsieur Jules' bakeroom.

The big place was still and dark, and the little lamp only brightened a small part of it. But Madame did not

care for that. Those pains were getting extremely hard to bear, and she had even ceased to care whether or not

Taking a brown bowl from the shelf she drew it nearly full of water and then placed it upon a corner of the

long, white mixingtable, beside the lamp. Next she took the golden flask from her pocket.

"How much did the Arab say to put in the water?" she wondered, pausing in perplexed thought. "I declare,

I've actually forgotten! But he said it was sure to cure me, so I may as well use all the flask contains. For,

Reasoning thus, Madame removed the stopper and poured into the bowl every drop of that precious Elixir

which Ali Dubh had prized more than life itself, and which his wild countrymen had come all the way from

Arabia to America to possess. For generation after generation the priceless liquor had been preserved with

jealous care, and now the baker's wife was rubbing it upon her limbs in an endeavor to cure the pangs of

She used very little of the contents of the bowl, after all. The touch of the Elixir upon her skin, although it

was diluted with so much water, sent a glow of exhilaration throughout all her stout body.

The pains were suddenly eased, and Madame began to feel as light and airy as a fairy, in spite of her great

It occurred to her that she would like to dance; to run and shout, to caper about as she used to do as a girl. But

soon her shrewd common sense returned, and she told herself this was but the effect of the wonderful

medicine, and that the wisest thing s he could do was to go to bed and sleep soundly while she might.

Being still somewhat bewildered, the good woman picked up the lamp, and, leaving the bowl containing the

Elixir standing upon the table, mounted the stairs with lighter steps than she had known in years.

The baker awoke at three o'clock, and soon afterward came downstairs yawning and rubbing his eyes in his

accustomed manner. For it is a real hardship to arise in the middle of the night and go to work, and Monsieur

Jules sometimes regretted he was such a skillful baker; for any other profession would have allowed him to

sleep until daylight. But the bread and rolls and gingerbread must be fresh and warm by breakfast time, or the

people would be sadly disappointed; and the only possible way to get them ready was to start the work at

First, he lighted the big swinging lamps, which made the room bright as day, and then he built the fires in the

great furnaces. Presently these last were roaring in a very businesslike manner, and as soon as he heard the

roar Monsieur Jules began to wh istle. It was his custom, and kept him from getting lonesome while he

Next he kneaded the bread, formed it into loaves, and placed them in long rows upon the slabsready for the

oven. The rolls were then mixed and kneaded, and it took a longer time to get them ready than it had the

bread, for they were small and quite da intily shaped. But at last the important task was completed, and while

they were rising and the ovens heating, Monsieur mixed his gingerbread and cakes.

Somehow, the work progressed very swiftly this morning, and after a time the baker found he had a good

"Why, today is the Fourth of July," he thought, "and that is a National Holiday. I think I will make a fine

gingerbread man, such as I used to make in Paris, and put it in the shop window to attract attention. These

Americans like enterprise, and they have never seen a gingerbread man, for I have not made one since I came

With Monsieur Jules, to think was to act, and scarcely had he spoken these words when he began to gather

his material together for a great batch of gingerbread dough. For he resolved that the man he was about to

make should be big enough and fine enough to arouse the wonder of all beholders.

He began by filling a great bowl with flour, and then rubbed into the flour some butter and lard. "That will

make it short," said Monsieur, "although it is to be a tall man." Then he added some molasses. "He will be a

sweet fellow," thought the baker, smiling at his own pleasantries. Then he shook in the ginger and several

"It is too stiff," reflected the baker, a few moments later. "My man must not be stiff, for that would render

him disagreeable." He laughed at the whimsical thought, and glancing around, saw the brown bowl that

Madame had left sitting upon a corner of the table. It was nearly full of the precious liquid, and Monsieur

Jules, with his mind intent upon his work, never stopped to wonder how it came there. Perhaps he thought he

had himself unconsciously filled the bowl with water. Anyway, he dumped all o f the Essence of

Vitalitythe Great Elixir which could never be duplicated in all the worldinto the mass of dough he was

Monsieur merely noticed that the dough had now become the proper consistency, and mixed easily.

Whistling merrily, he presently spread the huge batch of dough upon the big table and began rolling it and

Ah, but Monsieur Jules Grogrande was a true artist, although a baker! Under his skillful hands the

gingerbread man slowly but surely took form; and the form was fully as large as that of a wellgrown

fourteenyearold boy. But it was by no means a boy that Monsieur was forming with such care; it was,

rather, the figure of a typical French gentleman, such as may seldom be met with elsewhere than on the

boulevards of Paris. It was interesting to watch the figure grow: interesting, of course, to Monsieur Jules, as

The man appeared to be dressed in excellent fashion. Monsieur made him a collar and shirtfront of white

bread dough, which looked very beautiful in contrast to the brown gingerbreaddough of his clothes. Then

with a lump of dough, carefully kneaded, h e formed the man's necktie, making a very artistic bow indeed. A

waistcoat of fashionable cut was next added. The buttons on the man's coat were white lozenges, and to

represent shoes the baker mixed his dough with licorice, until the shoes seemed as bl ack and shiny as if

You would have loved to see, could you have been present, the delicate skill with which the clever baker

carved the hands and fingers of his man, using a small but sharp knife, and patting and rounding each dough

finger into proper shape. He even clippe d from a sheet of transparent celluloid the fingernails, and pressed

them carefully into the dough at the ends of the fingers. Who but Monsieur would ever have thought of such a

But, after all, it was upon the face that the baker exercised his best skill. As a sculptor forms his models out of

clay, so Monsieur pressed and squeezed and molded his pliant dough, until every feature of the gingerbread

man became wonderfully lifelik e. Of course the face was made of the white dough, with just a trifle of the

pink coloring mixed into it to make it resemble real flesh. But the wavy hair that surrounded the face was of

gingerbreaddough, as its brown color, after it had been baked, wo uld be quite natural and lifelike.

Among the things brought from Paris by the Grograndes was a pair of excellent glass eyes, and Monsieur

Jules rummaged in a drawer until he found them, and then pressed them into the dough face. And now it

positively seemed that the gingerbread man was l ooking at you, and the eyes lent its face a gentle and kindly

"There's something lacking, however," murmured the baker, looking at his work critically. "Ah, I knowit's

Teeth for a gingerbread man! But nothing was easier to represent, once their absence was noted. Between the

lips of the man our baker pressed two rows of small white candies, and it was wonderful to remark the

With a sigh of satisfaction in the result of his work, the baker at last declared his gingerbread man ready for

"And it is my masterpiece!" cried Monsieur Jules, proudly. "Never, even in Paris, have I seen so perfect a

man of dough. He is well worthy to have a name, and I will call him John Dough, which will be appropriate,

But the great ovens were now glowing brightly, so Monsieur filled them with bread and rolls, and watched

them carefully until the big and little loaves were all done to a turn. The cakes and cookies came next, and by

the time that dawn arrived the front shop was stocked with heaps of the warm, freshsmelling loaves and

Then the baker came back to his gingerbread man, which he first placed gently upon a great iron slab, and

With great anxiety Monsieur watched the oven. The dough was properly mixed, the workmanship was most

excellent. Would the baking turn out to be as perfect as the rest? Much good dough may be spoiled in the

So he tended the oven with nervous care, and finally, at exactly the right moment, the baker threw open the

oven door and drew out the sheet of iron upon which the great and grand gingerbread man rested.

Filled with pride and satisfaction, Monsieur bent admiringly over his great creation; and as he did so, the

gingerbread man moved, bent his back, sat up, and looked about him with his glass eyes, while a wondering

The Great Elixir had accomplished its purpose. The wonderful Essence of Vitality, prized for centuries and

closely guarded, had lent its marvelous powers of energy, strength, and life to a gingerbread man! And all

through the stupidity of a baker's wif e who was colorblind and could not distinguish a golden flask from a

Monsieur Jules, who knew nothing of the Arab's flasks, or of the Great Elixir, glared wildly into the glass

eyes of the gingerbread man. He was at first sure that his own eyes, and also his ears, had played him a trick.

"John DoughJohn Dough!" he cried, "did you speak? Merciful heavens! Did you speak, John Dough?"

"I did," said the gingerbread man, struggling to rise from the slab, "and I declare that it is warm and close in

A moment later he staggered into the shop, tossed his hands above his head, and fell in a heap upon the

Madame, who had just come downstairs and opened the shop, gazed upon her husband's terrified actions with

From out the door of the bakeroom came a gingerbread man, so fresh from the oven that the odor of hot

gingerbread surrounded him like a cloud. He looked neither to right nor left, but picked Monsieur's tall silk

hat from off a peg and placed it careles sly upon his own head. Next he caught up a large candy cane from a

showcase, stepped over the prostrate body of the baker, and so left the shop, closing the front door behind

Madame saw him passing the windows, stepping along briskly and swinging the cane in his left hand.

Then the good lady imitated her husband's example. She gave a shrill scream, threw up her hands, and

Now, when John Dough left Madame Grogrande's shop and wandered up the street, he was reeking with the

delightful odor of fresh gingerbread. Indeed, he was still so hot from the oven that I am positive you could

not have held your hand against him for mo re than a second. The Great Elixir had brought him to life, and

given him a certain standing in the world; but during the first halfhour of his existence John Dough was

very hotheaded. Also he was hotfooted, for he discovered that, by walking fast, t he contact with the fresh

morning air drew the heat from his body and made him feel much more comfortable.

One virtue lent by the Great Elixir was knowledge, and while John Dough felt that he possessed unlimited

knowledge (having had an overdose of the Elixir), he could not very well apply it to his surroundings because

he lacked experience with the world, wh ich alone renders knowledge of any value to mankind. John Dough

could speak all languagesmodern and classic. He had a logical and clear mindwhat is called a "level

head," you know; and this was coupled with good sense, fair judgment, and a tangled m ass of wisdom that

had been dumped into him in a haphazard fashion. But these rare qualities were as yet of no use to our man

because he had acquired no experience. It was like putting tools into a scholar's hands and asking him to

make a watch. John D ough might accomplish wonders in time, if he did not grow stale and crumble; but just

It was still early morning, and most folks were in bed. A prowling dog smelled the gingerbread and came

trotting up with the intention of having a bite of it; but John Dough raised his candy cane and hit the dog a

clip on the end of its nose that sent t he animal in another direction with its tail between its legs. Then,

whistling merrily, the gingerbread man walked on. He knew no tune whatever, but he could whistle, and so

he managed to express an erratic mixture of notes that would have made Herr Wag ner very proud.

His flesh (or bread, rather) was cooling off beautifully now. He was growing hard and crisp and felt much

more substantial than at first. The baker had made him light and the Elixir had made him strong and vigorous.

Presently some one said, "Hello!" John stopped short, for in front of him stood a brighteyed boy with a

piece of lighted punk in one hand and a bunch of firecrackers in the other. It was Ned Robbins, who had been

"You skeered me at first," said the boy, with a look of amazement that he tried to cover with a laugh.

"No, indeed," replied the other. "I am not disguised, I assure you. You see me as I am."

"G'wan!" exclaimed Ned. But he could smell the gingerbread, and he began to grow frightened. So he

touched the punk to the fuse of his biggest firecracker, dropped it on the ground at the feet of John Dough,

The gingerbread man stood still and looked after Ned until the cracker suddenly exploded with a bang that

caused John's candy teeth to chatter. His whole body was terribly jarred and he nearly fell backward in the

shock of surprise. Then he, also, star ted to run. It was not fear, so much as ignorance of what might happen

next, that caused him to fly from the spot; but he ran with a speed that was simply wonderful, considering

that his limbs were of gingerbread. Truly, that Arabian Elixir was a marvel ous thing!

Bang! He had run plump into another group of boys, knocking two of them over before they could get out of

his way. His silk hat was jammed over his eyes and the candy cane struck the wheel of a toy cannon and

As he pulled off his hat he heard a shout and saw the boys all scrambling for the broken end of the candy

cane. One of them grabbed it and ran away, and the others followed in a mad chase and were soon out of

John Dough looked after them wonderingly. Then he drew himself up, pulled down his fine vest, sighed at

discovering a slight crack in his shirtfront, and walked slowly along the street again. His first experience of

He paused, and saw a woman leaning over a gate beside him and glaring at him in mingled surprise and

terror. She held a broom in her hand, for she had been sweeping the walk. John lifted his hat politely.

"Surely, when he's made of cake!" answered the woman, still staring as if she could not believe her eyes.

"Pardon me; I am not cake, but gingerbread," he answered, in a rather dignified way.

"It's all the same," she answered. "You haven't any right to be alive. There's no excuse for it."

"Oh, I don't suppose it's your fault. But it isn't right, you know. Who made you?"

"I always knew there was something wrong with those Frenchies," she declared. "Are you done?"

Before he could reply she had drawn a large straw from the broom and stuck it several inches into his side.

"I was only tryin' you," she remarked. "You're done to a turn, and ought to make good eating while you're

"But to destroy gingerbread isn't," she rejoined. "And I can't see that it's cannibalism to eat a man if he

happens to be cake, and fresh baked. And that frosting looks good. Come inside while I get a knife."

She opened the gate and tried to grab John Dough by an arm. But he gave a sudden backward leap and then

sped down the street at a furious run, looking neither to right nor left in his eager flight.

Luckily, he was not in the center of the town, but near the outskirts, and the houses were few and scattered.

By and by he saw a deserted barn near the roadside. The door was half open and sagged on its hinges, so it

John darted into the barn and hid behind some hay in the far side. He was thoroughly frightened, and believed

he must avoid mingling with the people of the town if he would escape instant destruction.

A knife! A knife! The word kept ringing in his ears and filled him with horror. A knife could slice him into

pieces easily. He imagined himself sliced and lying on a plate ready for hungry folks to eat, and the picture

All through the day he kept securely hidden behind the hay. Toward evening he decided to revisit the bakery.

It was a difficult task, for he had passed through many streets and lanes without noticing where he was going,

and it grew darker every minute. But at last, just as he was beginning to despair, he saw a dim light in a

He opened the door so softly that the little bell scarcely tinkled. But no one would have heard it had it rung

loudly, for there was a confused murmur of fierce voices coming from the little room Madame usually

John Dough skipped behind the counter, where he could see into the room without being seen himself.

Around the little table stood the Arab, Monsieur Jules, and Madame, and they were all staring angrily into

"It is here," said Madame, reaching behind the mirror and drawing forth something that glittered in the

"But this is the silver flaskthe cure for rheumatism," exclaimed the Arab. "Where is my Golden

"I must have made a mistake," said Madame, honestly; "for my eyes are so queer that I cannot tell gold from

silver. Anyway, the contents of the other flask I emptied into a bowl of water, and rubbed my limbs with it."

The Arab shouted a despairing cry in his native tongue and then glared wildly at the woman.

"Was it the brown bowl, Leontine?" asked Monsieur Jules, trembling with excitement.

"Where is it? Where is it?" demanded the Arab, in a hoarse voice. "The precious liquor may yet be saved."

"Too late, Monsieur," said the baker, shaking his head, sadly. "I used the contents of the bowl to mix the

"I baked a man out of gingerbread this morning," said Monsieur Jules, "and to my horror he came alive, and

"It is no wonder," said the Arab, dolefully; for within him was enough of the Great Elixir to bring a dozen

men to life, and give them strength and energy for many years. Ah, Monsieur and Madame, think of what

"I do not comprehend," said Madame, firmly, "how the world has ever yet been benefited by the Great Elixir,

which you and your selfish countrymen have kept for centuries corked up in a golden flask."

"Bismillah!" shouted the Arab, striking himself fiercely across the forehead with his clinched fist. "Cannot

you understand, you stupid one, that it was minemine!this Wonderful Water of Life? I had planned to

"I'm sorry," said Monsieur; "but it is your own fault. You forced my wife to care for the flask, and you would

not let her tell me about it. So, through your own stupidity, I used it in the gingerbread man."

"Ah!" said Ali Dubh, an eager gleam in his eyes, "where, then, is that same gingerbread man? If I can find

him, and eat him, a bit at a time, I shall get the benefit of the Great Elixir after all! It would not be so

powerful, perhaps, as in its natural state; but it would enable me to live for many, many years!"

John Dough heard this speech with a thrill of horror. Also he now began to understand how he happened to

"I do not know where the gingerbread man is," said Monsieur. "He walked out of my shop while he was quite

"But he can be found," said the Arab. "It is impossible for a gingerbread man, who is alive, to escape notice.

He fairly dragged Monsieur and Madame from the room in his desperation, and John Dough crouched out of

sight behind the counter until he heard them pass through the door and their footsteps die away up the street.

The talk he had overheard made the gingerbread man very sad indeed. The bakery was no safe home for him,

after all. Evidently it was the Arab's intention to find him and insist upon eating him; and John Dough did not

Therefore his enemies must not find him. They were no safer to meet with than the awful woman who wanted

to cut him into slices; and he was learning, by degrees, that all men were dangerous enemies to him, although

He left the bakery and stole out into the street once more, walking now in the opposite direction from that

As he hurried along he met with few people on the streets; and these, in the dark, paid little attention to the

gingerbread man; so gradually his spirits rose and his confidence in his future returned.

By and by he heard a strange popping and hissing coming from the direction of the square in the center of the

town, and then he saw red and green lights illuminating the houses, and fiery comets go sailing into the sky to

The people were having their Fourth of July fireworks, and John Dough became curious to witness the

display from near by. So, forgetting his fears, he ran through the streets until he came to a big crowd of

people, who were too busy watching the firewor ks to notice that a gingerbread man stood beside them.

John Dough pressed forward until he was quite in the front row, and just behind the men who were firing the

For a time he watched the rush of the colored fires with much pleasure, and thoroughly enjoyed the sputtering

of a big wheel that refused to go around, merely sending out weak and listless spurts of green and red sparks,

But now the event of the evening was to occur. Two men brought out an enormous rocket, fully fifteen feet

tall and filled with a tremendous charge of powder. This they leaned against a wooden trough that stood

upright; but the rocket was too tall to st ay in place, and swayed from side to side awkwardly.

"Here! Hold that stick!" cried one of the men, and John Dough stepped forward and grasped the stick of the

Then the man ran to get a piece of rope to tie the rocket in place; but the other man, being excited and

thinking the rocket was ready to fire, touched off the fuse without noticing that John Dough was clinging fast

There was a sudden shriek, a rush of fire, and thenslowly at first, but with everincreasing speedthe

huge rocket mounted far into the sky, carrying with it the form of the gingerbread man!

The rocket continued to send out fiery sparks of burning powder as it plunged higher and higher into the

black vault of the heavens; but few of these came in contact with John Dough, who clung to the far side of the

stick and so escaped being seriously d amaged. Also the rocket curved, and presently sped miles away over

land and sea, impelled by the terrible force of the powder it contained. John fully expected that it would burst

presently, and blow him to bits amid a cloud of colored stars. But the g iant rocket was not made in the same

way as the other and smaller ones that had been fired, the intention being merely to make it go as high and as

far as possible. So it finally burned itself out, but so great was the speed it had attained that it conti nued to

Then the rocket began to take a downward course; but it was so high up, by that time, that the stick and the

empty shell flew onward hour after hour, gradually nearing the ground, until finally, just as a new day began

to break, the huge stick, with John Dough still holding fast to its end, fell lightly upon an island washed on all

John fell on a soft bush, and thence bounded to the ground, where for a time he lay quite still and tried to

He had not done much thinking, it seems, while he was in the air. The rush of wind past his ears had dazed

him, and he only realized he must cling fast to the stick and await what might happen. Indeed, that was the

The shock of the fall had for a moment dazed the gingerbread man; and as he lay upon the ground he heard a

John rolled over and sat up, and then another persona little man with a large headalso sat up and faced

"What do you mean by it?" asked the little man, glaring upon John Dough angrily. "Can't you see where

It was growing lighter every minute, and the gray mists of morning were fading away before the rising sun.

John looked around him and saw he was upon a broad, sandy beach which the waves of a great sea lapped

peacefully. Behind was a green meadow, and then mountains that rose high into the air.

"How did you happen to be where I fell?" he asked, turning to the little man again.

"I always sleep on the sands," replied the other, wagging his head solemnly. "It's my fad. Fresh air, you

know. I'm called the 'FreshAir Fiend.' I suppose you're a new inhabitant. You seem rather queer."

"Well, that certainly is unusual, so I've no doubt you will be warmly welcomed in our Island," replied the

"This is the Isle of Phreex," answered the other, "and it is inhabited by unusual people. I'm one, and you're

He made such a droll face as he said this that the gingerbread man could not resist smiling, but it startled him

to hear another laugh at his backa sound merry and sweet, such as a bird trills. He swung around quickly

and saw a child standing upon the sands, where the rays of the sun fell brightly upon its little form. And then

the glass eyes of the gingerbread man grew big, and stood out from his cake face in a way that fully

"No, it's the Cherubwhom we call Chick," answered the bigheaded man, carelessly.

The child had fair hair, falling in fleecy waves to its shoulders, but more or less tangled and neglected. It had

delicate features, rosy cheeks, and round blue eyes. When these eyes were gravewhich was seldomthere

were questions in them; when they smiledwhich was oftensunbeams rippled over their blue surfaces.

For clothing the child wore garments of pure white, which reached from the neck to the ankles, and had wide

flowing sleeves and legs, like those of a youngster's pajamas. The little on e's head and feet were bare, but the

pink soles were protected by sandals fastened with straps across the toes and ankles.

"Good morning," said John, again smiling and hoping he had not stared too rudely. "It gives me great

"My name's Chick," replied the child, laughing in sweet trills, while the blue eyes regarded the gingerbread

"Yes, it is funny," the child agreed, with a friendly nod. "Chick means a chicken, you know. But I'm not a

"Of course not," returned John. "A chicken is covered with feathers. And you are not."

At this Chick laughed merrily, and said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world: "I'm the Incubator Baby,

"Dear me, I hadn't the least idea of it," John answered gravely. "May I ask what an Incubator Baby is?"

The child squatted down in the sand, hugged its chubby knees, and uttered peal after peal of joyous laughter.

"How funny!" it gurgled; "how funny that you don't know what the Incubator Baby is! Really, you must be

"I am," said John, feeling rather ashamed to acknowledge the fact, but resolving to be truthful.

"Then, of course, you are very ignorant," remarked the FreshAir Fiend, rubbing his big head complacently.

"Oh, as for that," said John, "I acquired, in course of manufacture, a vast deal of ancient learning, which I got

from an Arabian Elixir with which the baker mixed me. I am well posted in all events down to the last

"No, they're a recent invention," declared the bigheaded man, patting tenderly the child's golden curls.

"Were you, by any chance, at the PanAmerican Exposition? Or the Louisiana Purchase Exposition?"

"Well," continued the man, "there were a good many Incubator Babies at both those expositions, and lots of

people saw them. But Chick is the first and only Original Incubator Baby, and so Chick properly belongs in

Chick jumped up, made a stiff bow, and with eyes sparkling with mischief exclaimed: "I'm six years old and

"Tuttut, Chick!" remonstrated the bigheaded man; "it was more than two years ago you were taught to

The little sprite enjoyed the joke so much that John was forced to laugh in sympathy. But just then a thought

"Then I like gingerbread," the child declared; "for you smell sweet and look kind and gentle."

John didn't know whether to accept this as a compliment or not. He was sorry to learn that he smelled sweet,

"Some folks," he remarked, timidly, "have an idea they like to eat gingerbread."

"I couldn't eat you," the child said, seriously, "because, being the Incubator Baby, I have to be very careful of

"I'm sure I couldn't agree with any one who ate me," John declared. "For, although as yet I have had no

"Let's be friends!" exclaimed Chick, coming close to John and taking his soft brown hand in a firm clasp. "I'll

"We'll be friends, all right," said he; "but instead of your taking care of me, Chick, I'll take care of you."

"Oh, there you are entirely wrong," broke in the bigheaded man. "Chick's a privileged character in the Isle

of Phreex, and the only one of us who dares defy our awful kinglet. And in case of danger"

Chick's laughter rang out at the foolish question, but the man replied seriously:

"There is danger everywhere, to those who are unusual, and especially in the Isle of Phreex, where we are at

the mercy of a horrid kinglet. But come; we must go and report your arrival to that same graceless ruler, or

But as he took Chick's hand and turned to depart the FreshAir Fiend uttered an exclamation of annoyance,

As he spoke a noise of shouting and chattering reached their ears, and presently several people came around a

"It's the Brotherhood of Failings," whispered the bigheaded man. "Look out for them, or they'll do you a

John stared at the newcomers, and they returned the compliment by staring at him. A queerer lot of folks

"This is the Blunderer," said the FreshAir Fiend, indicating a short, fat man who was clothed in glittering

armor and bore a lance over his shoulder. The Blunderer acknowledged the introduction by bowing. "And

here is the Thoughtless One," continued t he man, pointing to a tall, lean man who was clothed in

"Look out for the gun," said Chick; "he never knows whether or not it is loaded."

"And here are the Disagreeable, and the Unlucky, and the Sorrowful, and the Ugly, and the Awkward,"

continued the bigheaded man, pointing out each Failing in turn. "Their peculiarities you will have no trouble

to discover. Indeed, on all the Isle of Phreex, there is no one more unpleasant to meet with than this same lot

At that instant the Awkward tripped over his own toes and fell against the Blunderer, who tumbled headlong

"I told you so!" growled the FreshAir Fiend, pulling out the lance hastily. "Tell me, John Dough, are you

"Neither one," said John, ruefully pushing together the hole that the lance had made; "but it doesn't add to my

personal appearance to be prodded in that fashion. I'm made of gingerbread," he explained, turning to the

"I beg your pardon! I really beg your pardon!" said the Blunderer, greatly distressed at what he had done. "I

"He won't last long in this Island," grunted the BadTempered, referring to John Dough.

"Being made of gingerbread, he can't be expected to last," remarked the Disagreeable, smiling in a way that

"He shall have my protection," said the Blunderer. "It's the least I can do to make amends. Hereput on this

He hastily began stripping off the plates of metal, and placed the steel helmet over the head of the

"But you must!" cried the Blunderer. "It's the only way you can escape accident in this awful Island."

"That's true enough," agreed the bigheaded man. "I advise you to wear the armor, my gingerbread friend."

So John submitted to being dressed in the armor, and no sooner had the plates been strapped upon him than

the wisdom of the act was apparent. For there came a rush and whirl of sound, and suddenly a great monster

swept over the sands at the very spot wh ere they stood. It sent the Brotherhood of Failings sprawling in every

direction, while the Incubator Baby flew to the water's edge, and John Dough's armorclad body was

knocked down and pressed into the soft sand until it was level with the surface.

But presently Chick came back and made the others dig him out and set him upon his feet again, and then it

"What was it?" asked John, gazing in amazement at the place where the monster had disappeared in the

"It's the onewheeled automobile," answered the Sorrowful, "and unless it gets smashed mighty soon the Isle

of Phreex will be an Isle of Cripples. I don't understand why they license the thing."

"Why, to make room for new arrivals, of course," declared the Disagreeable. "But it was lucky for the

"I am not pudding, if you please," said John, indignantly. "I beg you to remember that I am gingerbread."

"Let us return to the castle," the Ugly said. "Our Kinglet should be introduced to his new subject."

So they all started off across the green, Chick leading the gingerbread man, until they came to a path leading

upward through the rocks, along which they began to ascend. John had much difficulty in keeping out of the

way of the Awkward, who tripped and stumbled constantly, while the Blunderer insisted upon taking the

wrong path, and the BadTempered stopped twice to fight with the Disagreeable and the Thoughtless. At

last, however, they reached the top, which proved to be a broad plain of rock, upon w hich stood a great castle

While they paused for John Dough to admire the view, and that they all might get breath, a sharp voice said

John looked around, and saw perched upon a point of rock beside the path a most curious looking creature.

"Don't stare!" it said, with a laugh. "I don't, and I've got a dozen eyes to your one. Let me introduce myself.

Indeed, John now noticed a big blue ribbon twined around the middle of the potato, and on the ribbon was

"Some day you'll sprout," said the Disagreeable, "and then you won't have so many eyes."

The Prize Potato winked its numerous eyes, one after the other, in a droll fashion, and answered:

"Some day you'll meet with an accident, my dear Failing; but when you're planted in the ground you'll not

sprout at all. That's where I'm your superior, for I'm perpetual. Every one of my eyes is good for a halfpeck

"Unless you're boiled with your jacket on," remarked the Ugly, with a sour smile.

"Come, come! Let us go on," interrupted the little man with the big head. "Our Kinglet doubtless awaits us."

When they had gone a few steps farther the Incubator Baby paused to say: "Some one is following us, and it's

This remark caused John to look around, and immediately he stopped short with an expression of horror upon

his frosted face. For there, turning the corner of the rocky path, was Ali Dubh the Arab. The fellow at once

uttered a yell of joy and triumph, a nd drawing his gleaming knife he rushed upon John Dough with great

The gingerbread man had given up all hope of escape and stood tremblingly awaiting his foe when Chick

suddenly grasped the Blunderer's lance and tripped the Arab so neatly with it that Ali Dubh fell his full length

upon the path and broke his knifeblade into a dozen pieces. But he squirmed forward and was about to bite

into John's leg when the bigheaded man came to the rescue and threw a handful of pebbles into the Arab's

"He seems dangerous," remarked the Blunderer. "Let's tie him up, before he hurts some one."

So while the Arab was coughing the pebbles out of his mouth, the Brotherhood of Failings bound his hands

"He's mine!" shouted the Arab, as soon as he could speak. "He belongs to me. I claim him for my own."

"There's no harm in that," replied the FreshAir Fiend. "But one of the laws of this Isle is that no person shall

be injured by any one except the kinglet. And every one here must obey the laws. So, unless you promise not

to carve or to eat this man o f gingerbread, who is now a subject of our kinglet, we must lock you up in

"I'll eat him as soon as I have the chance. I have a right to do so," cried the Arab.

"I'm not," answered Ali Dubh, "I'm a good man. And I paid Jules Grogrande fifty cents for this gingerbread

imitation of a man, who is mixed with my own magic Elixir. Also I paid a witch nine dollars to transport me

to wherever the gingerbread man might bewhich is right herethat I might take possession of my own

property. So I've got him, and he's paid for, and he's mine, and I claim the right to eat him whenever I

"You'll do no such thing," declared Chick. "Why, John Dough is alive, and no one has a right to make him

"Don't worry, my Cherub," said the bigheaded man, soothingly; "we'll go at once and lock this Arab in a

"Never mind. My time will come. Some day I shall surely eat that gingerbread man, in spite of this Cherub

This defiance made the Brotherhood of Failings and the bigheaded man so angry that they at once dragged

Ali Dubh away to the castle, and John Dough and Chick followed after, hand in hand, and feeling quite safe.

Presently they came to a great archway that led into the courtyard of the castle. Having passed through this

arch, the gingerbread man saw groups of the most astonishing people, who were busying themselves over

extraordinary tasks, such as building mach ines, boiling strangesmelling chemicals in queer pots, drawing

curious designs, and like occupations. A sudden crash announced that the Blunderer had fallen into the

middle of a delicate machine and smashed it into bits. Before they could pull him out the Unlucky One ran

against the whirling arm of a windmill and was tossed halfway across the courtyard, while the Awkward One

upset a boiling kettle and set every one to coughing who inhaled the odor of the compound that was spilled

To John's surprise no one seemed much worried over these accidents. Even the victims joined in Chick's

merry laughter, and those of the Failings who had escaped disaster calmly proceeded to lock up the Arab in a

cell that had a strong iron grating for a door, and fastened with a huge padlock.

Afterward they all entered through a second arch into the great hall of the castle.

This was a long, wide room with a tiled floor, and walls that were covered with many trophies, such as armor,

At the farther end was a raised platform upon which stood a gorgeous throne. Back of the throne was an

electric sign, flashing one letter at a time, and reading: "What is Home without a Kinglet?" Over the throne

was suspended an enormous crownbig enou gh for a giantwhich sparkled with gems. Beside the throne

a very fat man sat in a chair so low that his knees nearly touched his chin. He wore a short red coat, a wide

white vest, and blue kneebreeches, and all were embroidered in gold. The fat man' s eyes were closed and he

Within the throne sat the kinglet, propped upon purple cushions, so that he would fit it better. For the kinglet

was a small boy with a long, freckled face, blue eyes, a pug nose, and black hair banged across his forehead,

and hanging in lank, straight locks far down over his shoulders. He wore an ermine cloak lined with purple,

and bore in his hand a scepter with a jeweled ball at one end, while beyond the ball projected a small golden

knob. The kinglet's slim legs were crossed under him like those o f a Turk, and he seemed very frail and

However, when the Failings and the FreshAir Fiend and Chick and John Dough entered, the kinglet's brow

"Odds Zooks!" he cried, as they all knelt before the throne, "why have you dared to wait until this hour to pay

Then he leaned down and prodded the fat man with the knob of his scepter, so that the sleeper started and

opened his eyes. "Is that right, Nebbie? Is 'devoir' a kingly word?" he demanded.

"Absolutely kingly, your Majesty," said the fat man, yawning. "It was used by King Arthur and Richard

"Very well!" said the kinglet, proudly. Then he turned again to the kneeling group before him. "Why don't

"We are late because we did not get here sooner," said the Awkward; "and we could not get here sooner

"So!" shrieked his Majesty, with blazing eyes. "Now by my halidom" he paused suddenly, and turned to

the fat man, prodding him so fiercely that he jumped several feet into the air. "Is 'halidom' the right word,

"Why, a halidom is a halidom," said the fat man, thoughtfully; "and belongs to kings."

"It's aaa sort of a royal prerogative, and is usually painted red," returned the fat man, and immediately

"Oh, yes." Again the long freckled face took on a frown. "By my halidom, churl" He stopped to glance at

"The one that makes people dead," replied the kinglet, sternly. "Choose, then, varlet" ("Varlet is good,"

said Nebbie, quickly, to avoid a thrust) "whether to swallow my scepter or die the death!"

The Blunderer glanced at the scepter, the jeweled ball of which was nearly as large as his head.

"But not now," added the Blunderer, hastily; "I'll take my time about it. You didn't say when, you know."

The kinglet turned red with rage. "Now, by the royal Juggernaut of Jowl" he began.

"If I should swallow it now," continued the Blunderer, calmly, "you would cease to be a kinglet; for a kinglet

"That's right," declared Nebbie, groaning and rubbing his fat side dolefully. "A kinglet without a scepter is a

"Well," said his Majesty, after considering the matter, "I forbid you, Sir Blunderer, to swallow my scepter

Then his eye fell upon John Dough and Chick, who were standing at one side of the Failings, and

immediately the little kinglet looked surprised, and then curious, and then annoyed. But perhaps the annoyed

look was because Chick laughed in the royal face in a way that was certainly disrespectful, and even John

"Well, this kingdom existed at one time without an Incubator Baby, and I believe we could spare you now.

"There's a nice child, I must say!" retorted the kinglet, scowling. "But what can we expect of a baby that has

"Don't you dare say anything against my Incubator!" cried Chick, angrily. "I guess I've had as good

His Majesty was at first about to retort with equal anger; but he suddenly changed his mind and turned to

"Who are you, stranger?" he asked. "And why are you wearing the Blunderer's armor?"

So much disrespect had been shown this kinglet by his subjects that John was about to reply lightly to these

questions; but to his surprise Chick grasped his hand and whispered to him to make a low bow and to be very

careful what he said. So the gingerb read man stepped forward and addressed his Majesty with great

"Oh, most puissant and serene kinglet!" he began; "I am called John Dough, because I am made of

"'Puissant and serene'!" he murmured. "Evidently, John Dough, you are a person of wit and intelligence, such

John knelt, as commanded, and the kinglet at once dealt him a sharp blow upon the Blunderer's helmet with

the heavy end of the royal scepter. It dented in the steel plate, and would have crushed the gingerbread man's

"I dub you Knight of Phreex," said his Majesty. "Rise, Sir John Doughvillain no longer, but noble and

John stood up and bowed, although he was slightly dazed by the force of the blow.

"Long live the gentle Kinglet of Phreex," he managed to say. And Chick clapped two chubby hands with

"You please me, Sir John," remarked the little kinglet, swelling out his chest complacently. "I wish all the

people of Phreex were so polite and discerning." Then he looked around and inquired: "Where's Sir Austed

Immediately a drapery parted, and a man with a pale, thin face and long black hair entered and saluted his

Majesty with profound respect. The Poet had a bandage over one eye and hobbled as if lame in one leg. He

was clothed all in black, and his long f rock coat had grease spots down the front of it.

"Yes, my royal Master," answered the Poet; and, pompously unrolling a scroll, he read in a loud, falsetto

"Now, that's not so bad," said his Majesty, reflectively. "But can't you make it a little stronger, Sir Poet?"

"I'll try," replied Austed Alfrin; and after penciling some words on his tablets he read as follows:

"Now that," said his Majesty, "strikes me as being real poetry. How does it strike you, Sir John Dough?"

"It's fairly good," replied the gingerbread man; "but it hardly does you justice."

"The Poet doesn't dare do his Majesty justice," said the Disagreeable Failing. "If he did, there would soon be

"There's something in that, too," said the kinglet. "But now, Sir Austed, write me a sonnet on my new subject,

"That," said John, indignantly, "is rank libel; and if your Majesty will loan me your scepter, I'll make an end

"You have my permission to make mincemeat of him," replied the kinglet, cheerfully.

"Mercy! mercy, my lord!" screamed the Poet, falling upon his knees before John and hastily wiping the verse

"Very well," said the gingerbread knight. "But if it's no better than the last you shall be discharged. Is it not

The Poet nervously scribbled another set of lines, which he read in a voice that trembled with fear:

"That's better," said John, "but I'm not sure about the eggs, as I did not pay much attention when I was mixed.

However, this sincere tribute to my excellence will save you from my displeasure, and you may go free."

The Poet did not wait an instant, but ran from the hall as fast as his legs would carry him.

The kinglet now dismissed the Failings, who left the royal presence quarreling and threatening one another,

and making so much noise and uproar that the gingerbread man was glad to see them go.

"Aren't they nice?" asked the kinglet, looking after them. "I'd like to drown them all in the castle moat, like

kittens; but every king, they say, has his Failings, so I suppose I must keep mine."

He sighed, and continued: "But what did the Poet's sonnet say about your being crisp and well spiced, and

"But why not?" persisted the kinglet. "I declare, Sir John, there's something about you that makes me hungry

whenever I look at you. I don't remember having eaten any gingerbread since I was a boyahem!I mean

since I came to rule over the Isle of Ph reex. Ho there, my guards! Fetch me a knife!"

John was now trembling with terror; but Chick said to the kinglet: "Your Majesty forgets that you are to have

pancakes and maplesyrup for tea. What's the use of spoiling your appetite, when you know the gingerbread

"Are you sure?" asked the kinglet, anxiously. "Are you sure he'll keep? Won't he get stale?"

"Of course not," answered the child. "He's the kind of gingerbread that always keeps good. And you mustn't

forget he'll be a credit to the Isle of Phreex; for whoever saw a live gingerbread man before?"

"Nobody," declared the kinglet, positively. "You're right, my Cherub; I'll save the gingerbread man for

another meal, and in the mean time I can show him off before my people. We pride ourselves, Sir John, on

having a greater variety of queer personage s than any other kingdom in existence."

"Then you ought to be careful of them, and not permit them to be eaten," said John, still anxious. But the

"Pancakes and maplesyrup!" muttered his Majesty, longingly. "Dear me, Chick; I wish tea were ready now."

"So do I," said Chick, laughing; for John Dough was safe from being eaten just then, whatever might be his

But now a sudden hubbub was heard at the door, and in rushed a number of the royal guard wheeling a big

platform on which was seated a woman so exceedingly fat that she appeared to be much wider than she was

"She has lost two ounces, your Majesty," puffed one of the guards, wiping the perspiration from his forehead

"Two ounces!" shouted the kinglet. "Now, by the toga of Samsonby the way, Nebbie, did Samson wear a

toga?" He punched the fat man so severely that Nebbie gave a roar of pain before he answered.

"Then, by the several togas of Samson, Bebe Celeste, how dare you come before me two ounces shy?"

"Your royal kinglet, I didn't mean to lose a single flutter o' flesh. But my dog Duo got to quarreling with

"Oh, the loss is in your mind, is it?" interrupted the King. "I wouldn't mind the loss if I had not forbidden you

"Bring us the dog, varlets, churls, and vassals!" screeched the kinglet, in his shrill voice.

The guards stumbled over each other to obey; and presently they returned leading such a curious animal that

It was a dog, without doubt; or rather, it was a dog's body with a head and two legs at either end of it. So that

when one end walked forward the other end had to walk backward, and that made the back end growl angrily.

But the same end was not always the back end of the dog; for first one head, and then the other, would prove

When this double dog, which was named Duo, was brought in, both heads were snarling and barking in a

very noisy manner. But however much enraged they were, they could never get together to do one another

"Very well," said his Majesty; "I'll put a stop to your noise for good and all! Here, you guards, fetch me the

The fat lady began crying anew at this, and presently the door opened and a young girl entered the hall. She

was clothed in simple robes of pure white, over which her loose brown hair flowed in a soft cloud. Her eyes

were large and dark and very gentle in expression, and her cheeks were fair as a lily. In one hand the maid

bore a long sword, the naked blade of which shone brightly in the light. In the other hand was a

sharpeningstone, and as she bowed before the kinglet she rubbed the stone gently a gainst the keen edge of

Although the dog's heads were still quarreling, and Bebe Celeste still weeping, it was upon John Dough that

"I hope it isn't this one, your Majesty!" she said, in a voice of disappointment; "for he won't bleed at all, being

"It's just the same," she answered, sighing, "you wouldn't bleed if I cut you into bits."

"Why are you so bloodthirsty?" asked John, looking reproachfully into the girl's gentle eyes.

"Because I'm the Royal Executioner, I suppose," she answered. "I've held the office ever since my father was

destroyed by an earthquake, but I've never yet executed a single person. The kinglet calls me in about a dozen

times a day, but something alway s happens to rob me of my victim. I've worn out three sword blades,

"Be of good cheer," said his Majesty, "for now you shall see blood flow like water. This time I am fully

"What, the dog?" asked the girl, surprised. And Bebe began to scream loudly, and the fat man woke up and

shook his head, and Chick patted both heads of the animal tenderly, and a guardsman cried out: "Oh, no, your

"Why, this is the most valuable creature in all your dominions!" said the guard. "Do you desire to rob

"It is so, my Lord," answered the fat man. "If you want to butcher anything, cut up a few of the Royal Guards,

or mince the Failings, or carve Chick, the Cherub. But the dog Duo is one of the remarkable features of your

kingdom, and should be preserved at all hazards. Why, he's worth more than Bebe Celeste."

"That reminds me of Bebe," said the kinglet, looking at the fat one sternly, "Take her away, guards, and stuff

her with mashed potatoes and pate de foi gras. If she doesn't regain those two ounces in three days, she'll

So the guards trundled away the platform on which the fat lady sat, and the dog Duo followed, first one head

leading, and then the other. And now his Majesty threw off his ermine robe and laid down the scepter and

"The royal audience is ended for today," he said, "and now I'll go and see if those cakes and maplesyrup

are ready for tea. And see here, you Incubator Baby, look after Sir John Dough, and mind that nobody eats

him. If there's one bite gone when I se e him again I'll turn you over to the Royal Executionerand then

Then his Majesty walked away, chuckling to himself in a very disagreeable manner. At once the fat Nebbie

"Our kinglet is a hard master," said he, with a sigh, "and I really wish some one would get up a revolution

and dethrone him. He's been punching my ribs all day long, and I'll be black and blue by tomorrow

"Yet he's too tenderhearted to suit me," complained the lovely Executioner. "If I could only shed a single

"Oh, not at all!" said the girl. "For what's the object of being an Executioner if one can't execute?" And she

tucked the sword under her arm and took out her handkerchief and went away weeping sorrowfully.

"Well, didn't I take care of you all right?" laughed the Incubator Baby, leading John Dough from the

"Indeed you did," he answered, gratefully. "Really, my dear Chick, I believe that dreadful kinglet would have

"'Course he would" said the Cherub, nodding gayly; "and won't he be wild when he finds there are no

John stopped short. "Aren't there?" he asked. "Oh, Chick! I'm afraid he'll punish you for deceiving him."

"I don't mind," declared the child. "No one shall eat a friend of mine that I've given my promise to take care

of. So come along, John Dough, and don't worry. I've got a lovely room on the top floor of this castle, and I'll

So John mounted more marble steps, until finally Chick brought him to a handsome apartment on the third

"Here we are!" cried the Baby. "Now, make yourself at home, John, for we needn't fear the kinglet until

Our hero's first act was to take off the Blunderer's heavy armor and pile it in one corner of the room. When

free from the weight of metal he felt more like himself again, and walked to the window to view the scenery.

"Oh, the Isle is all right," answered the child. "It's the people here that are all wrong, as you'll soon find out.

"Then, while you're waiting here, I'll go over to the dairy and get my milk for tea. You don't mind if I leave

"Not at all," he declared. "But it has just started to rain, outside; you'll get wet, won't you?"

"It's different with me," said John, sadly. "If my gingerbread body got soaked it would fall to pieces."

That made the little one laugh again, and it ran merrily from the room and left John Dough alone to stare out

of the window. There was a projecting cornice overhead, so he had pushed his head well out to observe the

Turning toward the left, he saw sticking out of the next window to his own a long bald head that slanted up to

a peak, underneath which appeared a little withered face that was smiling in a most friendly manner.

"Well, well," said the owner of the bald head. "Here's another curiosity come to our island! Wait a minute,

and I'll run in and make your acquaintance." So presently the bald head, which was perched upon the body of

"I'm Sir Pryse Bocks," he said, "and the remarkable thing about me is that I'm an inventor, and a successful

one. You, I perceive, are a delicatessen; a friend in knead; I might say, a PanAmerican. Ha, ha!"

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," returned John, bowing. "But do not joke about my person, Sir Pryse.

"I respect your pride, sir," said the other. "It's bread in the bone, doubtless. Ha, ha!"

"This island is full of inventors," said he; "but they're all cranks, and don't amount to anythingexcept me."

"This!" said the other, taking a little tube from his pocket. "You will notice that it often rainsit's raining

now, if you'll look outside. And the reason it rains is because the drops of water fall to the earth by the

The baldheaded one gave a scornful laugh. "It's ridiculous!" he said, angrily. "An umbrella is a big, clumsy

thing, that the wind jerks out of your hand, or turns inside out; and it's a nuisance to carry it around; and

people always borrow it and neve r bring it back. An umbrella, sir, is a humbug! A relic of the Dark Ages!

I've done away with the use of umbrellas entirely, by means of this inventionthis little tube, which can be

"Isn't it? You see, within this tube is stored a Power of Repulsion that overcomes the Attraction of

Gravitation, and sends the raindrops flying upward again. You stick the tube in your hatband and walk out

boldly into the rain. Immediately all the r aindrops shoot up into the air, and before they can fall again you

have passed on! It's always dry where the wearer of this tube goes, for it protects him perfectly. And when it

stops raining, you put it in your pocket again and it's all ready for anot her time. Isn't it great, sir? Isn't it

"I'd like to try it," said John, "for no one needs protection from the rain more than I do. Being made of

"True," agreed the other. "I'll lend you the tube, with pleasure. Stick it in your hatband."

"I have no hat," said John; and then he remembered that he had left both the baker's hat and his candy cane

"Well, carry the tube in your hand, then," said the inventor. "It will work just as well that way, but it's not so

So John took the tube; and having thanked the baldheaded man for his kindness, he left the room and

walked down the stairs and through the big, empty hall, and so out into the courtyard.

The rain seemed to have driven every one in doors, for not a person could he see.

Holding the tube upright, he boldly walked into the rain; and it gave him great pleasure to notice that not a

drop fell near him. Indeed, by looking upward, he could see the falling drops stop short and then fly toward

the clouds; and he began to believ e that the baldheaded inventor was really as great a man as he claimed to

After descending the slippery path through the rocks, he crossed the patch of green, and at last reached the

sandy shore, where he found the baker's hat, soaked through by the rain. As he lifted it he saw the crooked

handle of the candy cane sticking ou t of the sand, and drew it forth to find it in excellent condition, little of

But now, as John Dough began to retrace his steps, he discovered that his feet were soft and swollen. For he

had been walking on the damp ground and through the wet grass, and although no rain had fallen upon his

body, his feet were getting to be in a d angerous condition, and the licorice in them had become sticky. After

he had recrossed the grass and come to the edge of the rocks he began to be frightened, for bits of his left heel

now commenced to crumble and drop in the path; and when he tried walki ng on his flabby toes, they were so

While he paused, bewildered, another calamity overtook him. For the tube suddenly lost its power of

repulsion and ceased to work, and the raindrops began to pelt his unprotected body and sink into his flesh. He

looked around with a groan of dismay, and discovered a round hole, or tunnel, in the rock near by. Staggering

toward this, he entered the tunnel and found that now no rain could reach him. The floor was smooth and dry,

Not daring to walk farther upon his mushy feet, John got down on his hands and knees and began crawling

toward the farther end of the tunnel. He made slow progress, in that position; but soon he heard a noise of

machinery, and felt the warm air of a fur nace coming to meet him. That gave him courage to proceed, and he

crawled onward until he had reached a large, circular chamber, where a tall man with whiskers that resembled

"Hello!" this personage exclaimed, as he saw the gingerbread man. "What have we here?"

The voice and eyes were alike kindly; so John told the man his story and asked permission to dry his feet at

The place was lighted by electricity, and was warm and comfortable. John put his feet as near to the furnace

as he dared, and soon felt the heat drying up his soaked feet. It was not long, indeed, before his entire body

was as crisp and solid as ever; and then our hero stood upon his feet and found that the damage to his heel

"Making diamonds," replied the other, calmly. "I suppose I am the only one in the world who ever succeeded

in making real diamonds; but people did not believe in me, you see, so they sent me to the Isle of Phreex.

Here I have manufactured the finest di amonds the world has ever known, for no one interferes with my

He threw back the lid of a large tin box, and John saw that it was full to the brim with sparkling gems of a

"Take some," said the man, offering him a handful. "They are of no use to me here, because I cannot dispose

of them. But I have the satisfaction of making them, just the same. Help yourself!"

"No, thank you," said John. "I have no use for diamonds, any more than you have."

"But the time may come when riches will be a great help to you," said the man, and picking out three very big

stones he began pressing them into John Dough's gingerbread body, one after the other.

"There!" he exclaimed. "They are now safely concealed, and if you ever need them you can dig them out and

sell them. Those three stones would be worth several thousand dollars if you ever get into the world again,

"Oh, not at all, I assure you!" said the man, wagging his goatlike beard with every word he spoke. "In this

curious island there is no value to anything whatever, not even to life. All I can do with my diamonds here is

to stick them into the kinglet's crown and scepter; so I'm getting a big stock of them laid by. Very soon I shall

begin studding the roof of the throneroom with diamonds, and it will be a pretty sight to see them glittering

"Well," said our hero, "if it has stopped raining, I believe I'll bid you goodby."

"Never mind the rain," answered the man. "Here is a winding staircase that leads directly upward into the

castle. If you go that way, the rain cannot reach you. The tunnel through which you entered is only used for

John thanked the goodnatured diamondmaker and started to climb the stairs. There were a good many

steps, but after a while he came to a gallery of the castle, and had little difficulty in finding the passage that

As he walked along he heard the sound of a piano, and paused at an open door to peer within the room, for he

imagined some one was pounding upon the keys of the piano with a sledgehammer. But immediately a

fluffyhaired man looked up and saw him, and t he next instant pounced upon the gingerbread man in much

the same way that a cat would pounce upon a rat, and seized him fast, drew him into the room, and closed and

John was astonished, but the fluffyhaired musician began pacing up and down the room, swinging his arms

"I have it! I have it at last! I am great! I am magnificent! I am better than Vogner himself!" He paused to

glare upon John. "Why don't you shout, you baked idiot? Why don't you weep with joy?" he cried. "It is

"The symphonie! The divine symphonie, you heartless molassescake, or devil's food, or whatever you are!

The musician threw himself upon the piano, and produced a succession of such remarkable sounds that John

"No! Of course not! No one can understand it. It is genius! It will be played at all the great concerts. The

critics will write columns in praise of it. Some folks can understand Vogner a little. No one can understand

"Thank you, my friend!my dear friend!" said he, between the sobs. "Such praise gladdens my heart and

makes me very happy! Ah! glorious moment, in which I produce music that is not understood and sounds like

John left the musician still shedding tears of happiness, and walked to his room.

"The people of this island are certainly peculiar," he reflected; "and I am very glad indeed that I am an

He found the baldheaded inventor of the power of repulsion awaiting him in the room.

"It's wonderful enough when it works," said John; "but it suddenly quit working, and nearly ruined me."

"Ah, the power became exhausted," returned the man, calmly, "But that is nothing. It can be easily renewed."

"However," John remarked, "I think that whenever any one uses your tube as a protection from the rain, he

"An umbrella! Bah!" cried the inventor, and left the room in a rage, slamming the door behind him.

Presently Chick returned, looking bright and happy as ever; but when the child heard the tale of John's

"You mustn't pay any attention to the inventors," said the Cherub. "This Isle is full of 'em, and most of their

"But they're good fun, if you don't take 'em in earnest," continued the Baby; "and as it's going to rain all the

afternoon I'll take you around the castle to make some calls on some of the cranks that are harmless.

John readily agreed to this proposal; so Chick took his hand and led him through some of the wide halls,

stopping frequently to call upon the different inventors and scientific discoverers who inhabited the various

rooms. They were all glad to see the p retty child and welcomed John Dough almost as cordially.

One personage presented the gingerbread man with a smokeless cigar that he had recently invented. Another

wanted him to listen to a noiseless musicbox, and was delighted when John declared he could hear nothing

at all. A third wanted him to try a dish of hot icecream made in a glowing freezer, and was grieved because

the gingerbread man was constructed in such a way that it was impossible for him to eat.

"Oh, they're not useful at all," replied Chick, laughing; "but these folks are all trying to do something queer,

and most of them are doing it. Now we'll climb this tower, and I'll show you what I call a really fine

So up they climbed to the top of one of the turrets, winding round and round a narrow staircase until they

came upon a broad platform. And on this platform rested a queer machine that somewhat resembled a bird,

for it had two great wings and a big body that glittered as brightly as if it were made of silver.

While they stood looking at this odd contrivance a door in the body of the bird opened and a young man

John thought him quite the most agreeable person, in looks and manner, that he had yet met in the Isle of

Phreex; excepting, of course, his friend Chick. The young man had a sad face, but his eyes were pleasant and

intelligent and his brow thoughtful. In a few polite and wellchosen words he welcomed his guests.

"This is Imar," said Chick, introducing John; "and he has invented a real flyingmachine."

"To be sure," replied the young man. "I have often taken Chick to ride as far as forty yards from the tower. If

it did not rain, just now, nothing would give me more pleasure than to prove to you that my invention will

"I see you have made it resemble a bird," remarked John, who was quite interested in the machine.

"Yes," said the dreamy Imar, "and the reason I have succeeded in my invention is because I have kept close

to Nature's own design. Every muscle of a bird's wings is duplicated in this machine. But instead of being

animated by life, I have found it nece ssary to employ electric batteries and motors. Perhaps the bird isn't

exactly as good as a real bird, but it will fly all right, as you shall see when I take you for a ride in it."

He then allowed John to enter the tiny room in the body of the bird, which was just big enough to allow two

to sit close together. And in front of the seat were various pushbuttons and a silver lever, by means of which

"It is very simple," said Imar, proudly. "Even Chick could guide the machine, if properly instructed. The only

fault of the invention is that the wings are too light to be strong, and that is why I do not take very long trips

"I understand," answered John. "It's quite a distance to the ground, if anything happened to break."

"True," acknowledged Imar, sadly; "and I do not wish to break my neck before I am able to make a bigger

"That is not to be wondered at," said John. Then he thanked the inventor and followed Chick down the

winding stairs and through the halls until they again reached their own room, where they sat and talked until

darkness came and drove the Incubator Baby to its snowy couch. As for the gingerbread man, he never

required sleep or rest; so he sat quietly in a chair and thought of many things until a new day dawned.

By morning the rain had ceased and the sun arose in a blue sky and flooded the Isle with its warm and

brilliant rays. The Incubator Baby was so happy this pleasant day that it fairly danced away to get its regular

But John Dough's little friend was back at his side before long, and together they went hand in hand through

They found his Majesty already seated in the throne, with the fat Nebbie asleep at one side of him and the girl

"This is my busy day," said the kinglet, nodding graciously to Chick and the gingerbread man. "There are too

many useless people in my kingdom, and I'm going to kill off some of them. Sit down and watch the flash of

Immediately they ushered before the kinglet a soldierly man clothed in a gorgeous uniform. His head was

erect and his countenance calm and set. The eyes seemed dull and listless, and he walked stiffly, as if his

"Sire, I salute you!" the General exclaimed, in a hollow voice. "Why am I brought before you as a

"You are accused of being foolish," said the kinglet, with a broad grin upon his freckled face.

"Never mind the battle of Waterloo," interrupted his Majesty. "I am told you are scattered all over the world,

"To an extent, Sire, I am scattered. But it is the result of bravery, not foolishness." He unstrapped his left arm

and tossed it on the floor before the throne. "I lost that at Bull Run," he said. Then he unhooked his right leg

and cast it down. "Tha t, Sire, was blown off at Sedan." Then he suddenly lifted his right arm, seized his hair

firmly, and lifted the head from his shoulders. "It is true I lost my head at Santiago," he said, "but I could not

John was astonished. The old general seemed to come to pieces very easily. He had tucked the head under his

right elbow, and now stood before the kinglet on one foot, presenting a remarkably strange appearance.

"You may go, General. There is no doubt you were very unwise to get so broken up; but there is nothing left

The girl sighed and felt the edge of her blade; and the old general replaced his head, had his leg and arm

again strapped to his body by the guards, and hobbled away after making a low bow before the throne.

Just then a great noise of quarrelling and fighting was heard near the doorway, and while all eyes were turned

toward the sound, a wooden Indian sprang into the hall, waving a wooden tomahawk over his head, and

Following him came a number of the Brotherhood of Failings, trying to capture the Indian. The Awkward

tripped up and fell flat on his face; the Unlucky got in the way of the tomahawk and received a crack on the

head that laid him low; the Blunderer was kicked on the shin so violently that he howled and limped away to

a safe distance. But just before the throne the Disagreeable, the BadTempered, and the Ugly managed to

throw a rope about the Indian's arms and bind them fast to his body, so that he ceas ed to struggle.

"Sir," said the Indian, proudly; "once I had the honor to be a beautiful sign in front of a cigar store, and now

"He claims his name is WartontheNose," answered the Disagreeable, "and any one can see there is no

"I am a great chief," the Indian declared, scowling fiercely. "I am made of oak, and my paint is the best

"I have a right to call myself what I please!" answered the Indian, sulkily. "Are not white girls called Rose

and Violet when they have not that color? John Brown was white and Mary Green was white. If the white

"By my halidom!" said the kinglet, "I will allow no one in my kingdom to tell an untruth. There being no

The Failings tripped up the Indian so that he fell upon his face, and then the girl advanced solemnly with her

Three times she swung the glittering blade around her head, and then she glanced at the kinglet and said:

"I'm not going to change my mind in this case," said the kinglet. "Chop off his head!"

"Oh, your Majesty, I couldn't hurt the poor thing!" sobbed the Executioner. "It would be simply awful! Please

"I won't," said the kinglet, sternly. "You do as I tell you, Maria Simpson, or I'll have you executed next!"

The girl hesitated. Then she took the sword in both her hands, shut her eyes, and struck downward with all

her might. The blade fell upon the Indian's neck and shivered into several pieces.

"He's wood, your Majesty," said the Executioner. "I simply can't cut his head off."

"Get a meat cleaver!" cried the kinglet. "Do you suppose I'll allow WartontheNose to live when he hasn't

So the girl brought a big meat cleaver, and lifting it high in the air, struck the Indian's neck as hard as she

The cleaver stuck fast in the wood; but it didn't cut far enough to do much harm to the victim. Indeed,

"There's a knot in that necka good oak knot. You couldn't chop my head off in a thousand years!"

The girl tried to obey, but the cleaver stuck fast. Then the Failings tried, one after another; but it wouldn't

"Never mind, leave it there," said the Indian, rolling over and then getting upon his feet. "It won't bother me

"Look here, Sir John Dough," said the kinglet, turning to the gingerbread man; "what am I going to do? I've

said the Indian must die, because he has no wart on his nose. And I find I can't kill him. Now, you must either

tell me how to get out of this scrape or I'll cut your head off! And it won't be as hard to cut gingerbread as it is

This speech rather frightened John, for he knew he was in great danger. But after thinking a moment he

"Why, it seems to me very easy to get out of the difficulty, your Majesty. The Indian's only offense is that he

"Well, let us whittle a wart on his nose," said John, "and then all will be well."

"Certainly, your Majesty. It is only necessary to carve away some of the wood of his nose, and leave a wart."

"I'll do it!" shouted the kinglet, in great delight. And he at once sent for the Royal Carpenter and had the man

whittle the Indian's nose until a beautiful wart showed plainly on the very end.

"Good!" echoed the Indian, proudly. "Now none of those miserable Failings dare say my name is not

"I'm very sorry about that cleaver," remarked the kinglet. "You'll have to carry it around wherever you go."

"That's all right. I'll add to my name and call myself WartontheNoseandCleaverintheNeck. That

Saying this, the wooden Indian bowed to the kinglet, gave a furious warwhoop, and stalked stiffly from the

"Bring on the next prisoner!" shouted the kinglet, and both Chick and John gave a gasp of surprise as Imar

was brought into the room. The inventor of the flyingmachine, however, did not seem the least bit

"He's accused of being a successful inventor," said one of the guards. The other inventors claim no one who

"Certainly, your Majesty. But a sword cannot be properly sharpened in a minute. It will take until tomorrow,

"Then," said the kinglet, "I'll postpone the execution until tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. "If you're not

"I shall be ready," said the girl, and walked away arm in arm with the sad young man, on whom she smiled

"It's all right," whispered Chick to John. "Imar won't get hurt, for the kinglet will forget all about him by

"And now, my guards," said his Majesty, stretching his arms and yawning, "bring hither my twolegged

So presently the guards led in a big, rawboned nag that had two legs instead of four, and these two set in the

middle of its body. It seemed rather frisky and pranced around in a nervous manner, so that the kinglet had

great difficulty in mounting the horse's back, whereon was a saddle made of purple velvet and cloth of gold.

"I can; but I won't," said the horse, in a cross tone, for it appeared the animal was able to talk.

"I'll kick you in the ribs, if you dare to threaten me!" returned the horse, laying back its ears. "Why, you

miserable little frecklefaced kinglet, I could run away with you and break your neck, if I wanted to!"

"That's true," said his Majesty, meekly, "I beg your pardon for my harsh words. Let us be friends, by all

The horse snorted, as if with contempt, and the guards finally managed to hoist the little kinglet to his seat

"Now," said the animal, "you sit still and behave yourself, or I'll dump you over my head. Understand?"

"Very good!" declared the horse. "When you're on your throne you're a tyrant; but when you're on horseback

The beast pranced down the hall and out of the arched entrance, bearing the kinglet upon his back; and when

they were gone John and Chick started to take a walk along the beach of the seashore.

But no sooner had they stepped into the courtyard than an awful yell saluted their ears, and before them stood

"He must have broken loose!" cried Chick. "Let us run, John Dough, before he can eat you."

At once John turned to fly, with Chick grasping his hand to urge him on. Ali Dubh had indeed succeeded in

breaking through the iron grating of his prison, and had even managed to untie his hands. But his legs were

still firmly bound together from his a nkles to his knees, so that he could only move toward them by hopping.

Nevertheless, at the sight of the gingerbread man, who was mixed with his precious Elixir, the Arab began

bounding toward his victim with long hops, and had John and Chick not run so fast as they did it is certain

the Arab would soon have overtaken them. Through the throneroom they fled, with Ali Dubh just behind

them, and then they began mounting the marble stairways to the upper stories of the castle.

Their pursuer, nothing daunted by his bound legs, hopped up the stairs after them with remarkable swiftness.

But Chick tugged at his puffy brown hand and hurried him on, for the Incubator Baby at that very moment

thought of a clever way to save the gingerbread man. Still holding John's hand, the child ran through the

upper passages to the foot of the tower of Imar, and began climbing up the steep stairs as fast as possible.

Luckily for the fugitives, these stairs to the tower were very difficult for Ali Dubh to climb by hopping. When

he was halfway up he lost his balance and tumbled down again, and this acc ident gave John and Chick time

to enter the body of the bird flyingmachine, which still lay stretched upon the roof of the tower.

"Quick!" shouted the child, shutting and fastening the silver door behind them. "Pull over that lever, and

John quickly grabbed the lever, pulled it over, and the huge bird fluttered its wings once or twice and rose

slowly into the air. It sailed away from the roof just as the Arab appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Don't mind him," said the Cherub, peeping at the Arab through a little window in the bottom of the bird's

body. "And don't worry about this flyingmachine, either. Imar has told me how to run it, and it will carry us

somewhere, never fear. This butto n that I pushed is to start it, and there's another button somewhere to stop

"I don't remember. But never mind that; we don't want to stop just yet, anyhow."

John stooped to look through the little window, and saw spread out beneath him the Isle of Phreex. The

Brotherhood of Failings stood upon the shore watching the flight of the machine, and the kinglet was riding

along calmly upon his twolegged horse wit hout any idea that the Incubator Baby and the gingerbread man

were leaving his kingdom for good and all and he would probably never see them again.

The great bird flew steadily westward, and Chick laughed and chatted, and seemed to enjoy the journey

immensely. They were flying over the ocean now, and before long the Isle they had left became a mere speck

"Who knows?" said Chick. "Imar was always afraid to go very far from the island with it. We'll just have to

This was not very encouraging, but it was too late to return now, the Isle of Phreex being lost in the vastness

of the great sea. Moreover, John reflected that he would be in greater danger there from Ali Dubh than in

riding in an untried flyingmachine . The only thing to do was to continue the flight through the air until they

sighted some other landprovided the machine did not suddenly break down. It seemed to be all right just at

present, and John's admiration of Imar's genius in constructing it grew steadily as the bird flopped on and on

Chick wasn't frightened, that was certain. The Baby laughed and sang little songs, and seemed as happy and

contented as when upon firm land; so John gradually forgot his fears. The sun had sank low upon the horizon,

and was looking for a good place to dive into the sea, when the voyagers discovered something far ahead of

them that glittered brightly upon the water. Neither could determine what the glitter meant, until they drew

nearer and saw a small, rocky islet, upon which was perched an enormous pa lace that seemed to be made of

"All right," returned Chick. "I'll see if I can find out which button stops the thing."

The Baby pushed one of the buttons, and at once the bird shot up higher into the air.

Chick pushed another button, and the machine began whirling around in short circles.

"One of 'em must be to stop," declared Chick, cheerfully; "and there's only two more left."

The bird paused, with a quick trembling of its wings, and slowly fluttered downward.

"Oh, now we're all right," gayly announced the queer child, "for there's only one button left; and when I push

it, John Dough, you must pull back the silver lever and steer straight for the golden palace."

Down, down they sank, and fortunately the descent was made to the flat roof of a wing of the palace. When

they had almost reached it, Chick, who was watching the roof through the little window, pushed the last

Immediately the flyingmachine fell with a thump that made the gingerbread man's candy teeth knock

"I don't believe I will ever ride in it again," said John, smoothing the wrinkles out of his frosted shirtfront

and pulling the baker's hat off his eyes, where it had become jammed. "These airships are too dangerous to

"Why, the bird has saved your life, and it may save it again," said Chick. "For my part, I rather like flying

through the air. You never know what's going to happen next. And see how lucky we are! This is the only

part of the palace roof that is flat , and we struck it to a dot. If we'd fallen upon one of those

spikes"pointing to the numerous spires and minarets"our clocks would have stopped by this time."

"You have a queer way of expressing yourself, my friend," said John, looking upon the child gravely. "The

vast knowledge I gained by means of the Elixir taught me nothing of your methods of twisting language."

"That's too bad," answered Chick. "I can't always figure out what you mean to say; but you always know

"Then don't complain," said the Baby, sweetly; and the gingerbread man looked at his feet with a puzzled

By this time they had climbed out of the bird's body and stood upon the roof. It was so high above the rocks

that it made John dizzy to look down; but Chick soon discovered a trapdoor that led downward into the

palace by means of a tiny staircase. The y descended the stairs, and, having pushed aside a heavy drapery that

hung across a doorway, came upon a broad passage running through the upper story of the palace. This led to

still another passage, and still another; but although they turned this way and that in the maze of passages, no

living person did they meet with. The tiled floors and paneled walls were very beautiful and splendid; but

they were so much alike that our adventurers completely lost their way before they came by accident to a

broad staircase leading downward to the next story. These stairs were covered with soft carpeting and the

balusters were of filigree gold. Still no one was to be seen either on the stairs or in the passages, and the

They found another staircase, by and by, and descended to the main floor of the palace, passing through

magnificent parlors and galleries, until finally a hum of pleasant voices reached their ears.

"I feel much relieved," said John, "for I had begun to think the place was uninhabited."

Turning first to the right and then to left, and now following a higharched marble passage, the adventurers

suddenly found themselves before heavy draperies of crimson velvet, from beyond which came clearly the

They pushed aside the draperies and entered a splendid domed chamber of such exquisite beauty that the

All around the sides and in the ceiling were set handsome windows made of bits of colored glass, so arranged

that they formed very pleasing pictures. Between the windows were panels of wrought gold having many

brilliant gems set in the metal. The floor was covered with priceless rugs of quaint patterns, and the furniture

consisted of many settees and easychairs designed to afford the highest degree of comfort.

Fountains of perfumed waters sparkled here and there, falling into golden basins; and little tables scattered

Seated within the room were groups of ladies and gentlemen, all clothed in gorgeous apparel, soft of speech,

These looked up with joyous surprise as the gingerbread man and Chick entered, and the gentlemen all arose

"Welcome!" cried the ladies, in a soft chorus; and then two of their number came forward and led their

unexpected guests to seats in the very center of the room. Others offered them refreshment, of which Chick

eagerly partook, for the child was hungry. John Dough was obliged to explain that he did not eat, and they

accepted his speech very graciously and did not remark at all upon his unusual personality.

The ladies and gentlemen exchanged significant looks, and smiled; but one made answer, in a deferential

"Good sir, this is the Palace of Romance; and we have no ruler at all, each one of our number having equal

"We pass our time," said another, "in telling of tales of romance and adventure; and, whenever a stranger

comes to our palace, we require him to amuse us by telling all the stories he may know."

"That is a fair requirement," replied John. "I think I shall like this Palace of Romance, although I do not know

"The more tales you know the longer you may enjoy our palace," one of the ladies remarked, earnestly.

They were silent for a time, and ceased laughing. But finally one of the gentlemen said:

"Our laws oblige us to destroy every stranger, after he has related to us all the stories he knows. It grieves us

very much to tell you this; but the laws cannot be changed, and the death is very simple and without much

pain. For you will be dropped th rough a trap into a long slide leading to the bottom of the sea; and it is said

Now, at this John looked pale and worried, and even the laughing Chick became thoughtful. Several of the

ladies wiped their eyes with delicate handkerchiefs, as if in sorrow for their fate, and the men all sighed

"Why can we not live, and join your pleasant party?" asked John. "Why are your laws so severe regarding

"We number exactly one hundredfifty ladies and fifty gentlemen," was the reply. "And, as the island is

small, a large number of people would crowd the palace and rendere it uncomfortable. We do not entice

strangers here; but neither dare we permit th em to escape and tell the world of our pleasant home; for then

the ocean would be white with the ships of curious people coming to visit us. So, long ago, the laws were

enacted obliging us to destroy whatever strangers chanced upon our retreat. But you are in no immediate

danger. As long as your stories last you will live; and while you live you shall enjoy every pleasure our

John tried to think how many stories he knew through the virtue of the magic Elixir; but the startling news he

had just heard so confused his mind that it drove all recollection of romance out of his head.

"Never mind," whispered Chick. "All stories except the true ones have to be made up; so I'll make up some.

And don't you worry, John Dough. I've been in worse boxes than this, I can tell you."

The gingerbread man didn't know exactly what Chick meant, but the tone of confidence relieved his

embarrassment and inspired him with hope. The ladies and gentlemen set Chick and John in the center of

their group and drew their chairs around them and pr epared to listen attentively to the child's story.

One might suppose the Incubator Baby's lifetime had been so brief that it knew no stories at all; but Chick

was full of imagination and glad of the chance to invent wonderful tales for others to listen to. And the child

had resolved to make the stories so long and so interesting that a chance of escape from death might finally

be discovered. The flyingmachine still rested upon the roof, and if they could manage to regain it there

So Chick began to tell the company a story about an astonishing Silver Pig that once lived in Dagupan

(wherever that may be), and was the king of all the pigs of that vast country. His squeal could be heard for

seven miles, the child solemnly declared, and the pig's feet were so swift and tireless that he could have run

The ladies and gentlemen were much interested in the story, and listened very attentively while Chick related

a host of wonderful adventures that befell the Silver Pig. Daylight faded away and the golden lamps were

Finally one of the company interrupted the tale to say that it was bedtime and they must all retire, but that

That was exactly what the Cherub wanted, and presently John and his comrade were escorted to beautiful

rooms, and the company of ladies and gentlemen had bidden them a gracious and kindly goodnight.

"How long is that story of the Silver Pig?" asked John, when they were alone in their room.

"Then they'll finish us and the story at the same time," laughed the child. "But we won't wait for that, John

Dough. This palace isn't a healthy place for strangers, so I guess the quicker we get away from it the better.

When everybody is asleep we'll go to the place where our machine lies, up on the roof, and fly away."

"Very good," agreed John, with a sigh of relief. "I had begun to think we would be killed by these pleasant

They waited for an hour or two, to be sure all others in the palace were asleep, and then they crept softly from

the room and began to search for the staircase. The passages were so alike and so confusing that this was no

easy task; but finally, just as they were about to despair, they came upon the stairs and mounted to the upper

story of the palace. And now they really became lost in the maze of cross passages that led in every direction,

nor could they come to that particular doorway that led to the stairs they had descended from the little flat

roof where the flyingmachine lay. Often they imagined they had found the right place; but the stairs would

lead to some dome or turret that was strange to them, and they would be obliged to retrace their s teps.

Morning found the child and the gingerbread man still wandering through the endless passages, and at last

All that following day the fairhaired, blueeyed Baby continued the strange tale of the Silver Pig, while the

ladies and gentlemen of the Palace of Romance seemed to listen with real pleasure. For, long ago, they had

told each other all the stories the y could themselves remember or imagine; so that it was a rare treat to them

to hear of the wonderful adventures of Chick's Silver Pig, and they agreed that the longer the story lasted the

"I hope you will not die for several days," one lady said to the child, with a sweet smile.

"Don't you worry about me," was the reply. "If stories will keep me alive I'll die of old age!"

When bedtime again arrived the tale of the Silver Pig was still unfinished, and once more Chick and the

They spent the second night in another vain attempt to find the stairs leading to the flat roof, and morning

In spite of the little one's courage, the task of carrying the Silver Pig through so many adventures was a very

difficult feat, and the child was weary for lack of sleep. On that third day John fully expected that Chick's

invention would become exhauste d, and they would both be dropped through the trapdoor into the sea.

Chick thought of the sea, too, but the thought gave the child one more idea, and it promptly tumbled the

Silver Pig over the side of a ship and landed the adventurous animal upon the b ottom of the ocean, where

(Chick went on to say) it became acquainted with pretty mermaids and huge green lobsters, and rescued an

amaryllis from a fierce and disagreeable seadragon. This part of the tale soon became really exciting, and

when bedtime ag ain arrived the listeners were glad to believe they would hear more of the famous Silver Pig

But Chick knew very well that the story had now been stretched out to the very limit, and when they were

"Unless we can find those stairs tonight, John Dough, our jig is up. For by tomorrow evening I'll be at the

bottom of the deep blue sea, and the fishes will be having a nice supper of soaked Incubator Baby with

"Please do not mention such a horrible thing," exclaimed John, with a shiver. "The stairs are surely in

existence, for once we came down them; so let us make one more careful search for them."

This they did, walking for hours up and down the passages, pulling aside every drapery they came to, but

Even when it grew daylight they did not abandon the quest; for they could see their way much better than

when feeling along dim passages by the uncertain light of the moon; and, as the danger grew every moment,

All at once they heard footsteps approaching; and, as they were standing in the middle of a long passage, they

pressed back against the marble wall to escape discovery. At once the wall gave way, and John tumbled

backward into another passage, with the Cherub sprawling on top of him. For they had backed against a

drapery painted to represent a wall of the outer passage, and now found themselves in a place they had not

Hastily regaining their feet, the fugitives ran down the passage, and at the end came suddenly upon another

heavy drapery, which, when thrust aside, was found to conceal the identical flight of steps they had sought for

Uttering cries of joy, Chick and John quickly mounted the stairs and found themselves upon the flat roof.

The flying bird lay as they had left it, and they were about to crawl inside when the sound of footsteps

"Well, it's either air or water for us, my friend, and I prefer the air," laughed Chick, whose cheeks were red

John hesitated no longer and was soon inside the bird's body. Chick scrambled after and at once pressed the

The big wings began to flop just as a number of men came upon the roof, uttering loud cries at the evident

attempt of their prisoners to escape. But the strong pinions of the bird swept them flat, like so many tenpins,

and before they could get upon th eir feet again the flyingmachine was high in the air and well out of their

"This invention works better than I thought it would, after getting that bump," John remarked, as they flew

"It's a bit wobbly, though," said Chick. "Don't you notice it flops a little sideways?"

"Yes," answered John, "and it seems to me the bird does not move so swiftly as it did at first."

"Guess the 'lectricity's giving out," returned Chick, calmly. "If it does, what'll happen?"

"We'll be drowned, I suppose," said John. "I don't understand electricity, for the wisdom I derive from the

"Your wisdom's baldheaded, I'm afraid," observed the child, smiling at the solemn countenance of the

gingerbread man. "But, say! Isn't that another island over there?" Chick continued, after a look through one of

Even as he spoke the bird gave a lurch and swooped downward toward the sea, tipping at such an angle that

Chick and the gingerbread man were both tumbled off their seats. John's glass eyes had a look of fear in

them, but Chick laughed as merrily as if t here was no danger at all, and began pushing the electric buttons

The result was that the flyingmachine paused, righted itself, plunged higher into the air, circled around a

few times, and then sailed rapidly toward the west. Chick scrambled back to the seat and threw over the

steering wheel in order to make the mach ine head directly toward the island they had seen.

"If we can keep her going till we get to that island, I don't care what happens afterward," said the child. "But

"I can't swim at all," John returned; "for in three strokes my gingerbread would become soaked through and

fall to pieces. And the water would dilute the Elixir that I am mixed with and destroy all its magic powers. By

"It's getting more wobbly. But never mind. It's lots of fun, isn't it, John Dough?"

"Not exactly fun," said John, seriously; "but I will admit this voyage is rather exciting."

Just then something snapped, and they heard a rapid whir of machinery inside the bird, a squeak that sounded

like a wail of despair, and then a dull crash. The big machine trembled, ceased flopping its wings, and

"It's cruel to laugh when we are in such grave danger!" said John, reproachfully.

"Shucks!" cried the child. "It might be my last laugh, and I'd be foolish to miss it."

The bird was still floating, for its broad wings were rigidly spread out to their fullest extent; but every

moment the machine sailed nearer to the sea, and although it was surely nearing the island, neither John nor

Chick could decide whether it would f inally succeed in reaching the shore or fall into the water.

Even the careless Cherub paused with bated breath to watch the final catastrophe, and John, resigned to

whatever fate might befall him, nevertheless passed the most anxious moments of his brief lifetime.

The bird sailed down, rested upon the water a few feet from the shore, and floated upon the surface.

Chick and John dared not open the door for fear of letting in the ocean and so being drowned. Neither could

they now see where they were, for the green water pressed close against the little windows. So they sat

silently within the machine until there came a sudden jar and the bird rolled over upon one side and lay still.

"We're saved!" cried the Cherub. For now one of the windows was raised above the water and enabled them

to see that the bird had drifted to the shore of the island and was fast upon the beach.

Chick unfastened the door and crawled out, and then the child assisted John to leap from the machine to the

shore without even wetting his feet. And it was indeed fortunate they acted so promptly, as no sooner were

they safely upon the island than a big wave dashed up, caught the broken flyingmachine in its grasp, and

rolled it out to sea again, where it quickly sank to the bottom and disappeared from their view forever.

"That's all right," said the child. "I wouldn't care to ride in the thing again, anyhow. Would you, John

"No," answered the gingerbread man. "But what a shame it was to accuse Imar of being a successful

inventor! If the Kinglet of Phreex could have watched our flight he would know that Imar hasn't solved the

"Still, it carried us away from two bad places," said Chick, "and that's all we wanted of it. Come on, John

It did not take our adventurers long to discover they were in a really remarkable place. Near the shore was a

strip of land that at first sight seemed thickly covered with grass; but when Chick examined it closely it was

found to be a mass of tiny trees set close together, and each tree was full of small and tender green leaves.

And, as the trees were only an inch or two high, they really looked like grass from a distance and proved to

But behind this green sward towered a forest so strange and magnificent that both Chick and John Dough

held their breaths in amazed awe as they gazed upon it. For they beheld a confused group of the most

gorgeous plants imaginable, most of them having b road leaves as big as the sails of a ship and of exceedingly

vivid colorings. There were violet and carmine leaves side by side with brilliant yellows and pinks, blues and

ambers, and among them great bunches of pure white leaves that in fairness rivaled those of a lily. Some of

the huge forest plants were low and broadno taller than an ordinary housebut many of them shot up into

the sky like spires and church steeples. And another strange thing was the fact that they were all filled with

clusters of flowers of many beautiful shapes and designs. And the flowers were of various tints of

greensrunning from a delicate peagreen through all the different shades to bright emerald, and then to

deep bottlegreens. Yet the flowers were the only green c olors in all the vast forest of brilliant

plantswhich glowed so magnificently under the rays of the sun that the eyes of our friends were fairly

"It is, indeed very gorgeous and beautiful," answered the gingerbread man. "But has it occurred to you, little

friend, that there may be nothing for you to eat in all this wilderness of color."

"Eat?" exclaimed Chick. "Why, John Dough, I'm hungry this very minute! I haven't had a bite to eat since I

left the Palace of Romance, and now you mention it, I'm half starved. But perhaps there isn't a smitch of

"Oh, I could, I suppose. But other food might make me ill, you know. Incubator Babies have to be very

"But if you don't eat you will die," said John; "so it will be best for you to dine upon whatever you may find."

"There may be fruits in the forest," said Chick, thoughtfully; "but it's such a queer forest that quite likely the

"Still, you'd better try them," persisted the gingerbread man. "If you don't you'll die; and if you are poisoned

you'll die. But there is a chance of your finding healthful fruits instead of poisonous ones. I regret that in all

my store of wisdom, der ived from the Arabian Elixir, there is no knowledge of such a forest or the fruits

"Well, you wait here till I come back," said Chick, more cheerfully. "I'll explore and see what I can find.

With that the little one waved a chubby hand toward John Dough, and then ran into the forest and

And now it occurred to the gingerbread man to make an examination of himself and see what an extent of

damage he had suffered since he had come, hot and fresh, from Monsieur Jules' bakery.

His lovely shirtfront was cracked in several places and speckled with tiny black spots where the powder of

the rocket had burned it. His left shoulder was also blackened with burned powder, and he had lost one of the

lozenge buttons from his red vest. Also, one of his heels was slightly crumbled, and there were three marks in

his body where the diamonds had been pressed into him, beside the lancethrust of the Blunderer.

These damages were not at all serious, however, and he was beginning to congratulate himself upon his

escape, when he discovered a curious sensation in his nose. Raising his hand, he found that the extreme end

of his nose had been chipped off in some wa y during his escape from the Palace of Romance, and this rather

marred his personal appearance. The discovery made him sigh regretfully; and when he looked around, in the

newly arrived sunlight, it seemed that his vision had become in some way twisted an d unnatural. He could

not understand this at first, and rose to his feet rather dazed and unhappy. Then an idea occurred to him, and

he felt of his glass eyes and found that onethe left eyehad become loose in its socket and turned inward,

making him crosseyed. He remedied this by turning it with his fingers until it looked straight ahead again,

and matched the other eye; but often thereafter that left eye would get twisted and bother him until he turned

While he awaited Chick's return, John strolled to the edge of the forest and sat down upon a big yellow

mushroom that was strong enough to bear his weight. It seemed to be a peaceful island, and the gingerbread

man was well pleased with his surroundings , having at that time no idea of all the desperate adventures that

From his feet the beach sloped gently to meet the waves of the blue ocean, and on the sands were many shells

of curious shapes and colors. The breath of the wind was full of the fragrance of the flowers, and in the forest

As he watched the waves, the birds, and the flowers, John heard a slight rustling sound, and turning his glass

eyes downward saw at his feet a small animal which sat upon its haunches and regarded him with big and

"My name is Pittypat, and I'm a rabbit," answered the animal. "But tell me, please, who you are, and what

"I am a gingerbread man, and my name is John Dough," he replied, readily. And then, more anxiously, he

"No, indeed," was the reply. "I prefer clover and sweet roots. But please answer another question. How is that

"I cannot tell you that, I'm sure," said John, "unless it's the effect of the Elixir. That seems to be responsible

The rabbit did not know, of course, and looked at its new acquaintance in a puzzled sort of way.

"Oh, yes; there are lots of us!" exclaimed the rabbit. "But not so many of us as there are Mifkets."

"A sort of creature that is neither an animal nor a man," answered Pittypat. "And the Mifkets rule this island

because they are bigger and fiercer than we rabbits are. Also I know many squirrels and birds and mice, and

the Fairy King of the beaversfo r I am well acquainted here. But I do not like the Mifkets, and scamper

away when they come near. There is a bouncing brown bear, also, who lives on a hill yonder, and once he

claimed to be king of all the animals. But the Mifkets found out that our be ar is not nearly so dreadful as he

seems; so they refused to obey him, and now have a king of their own. For my part, however, I like the brown

bear best of all our inhabitants, for he has a jolly nature and never hurts any one."

"No one like you, most surely," answered Pittypat, staring at the gingerbread man with its big eyes. "But as

for human creatures, there are three who dwell with the Mifkets, near the other side of the forest."

"Well, one is the Princess, and the Princess is very beautiful and lovely," answered Pittypat. "She isn't much

bigger than the child I saw here with you a few minutes ago; but our little Princess is beloved by every

"Oh, yes; a beautiful palace made by bending downward the big leaves of the roitree and fastening the ends

to the ground. One of the leaves is left loose, for a doorway, and in the room thus formed the Princess lives in

"I don't believe she knows what gingerbread is," the rabbit replied. "But you may be sure the Princess will not

"I'm glad to hear that," said John. "But your Princess is the only one of the three human creatures you

"Her father and mother," said the rabbit. "The three landed here in a small boat some years ago. They were

shipwrecked, I suppose, and the boat is still lying upon the north shore. But the terrible Mifkets captured the

father and mother of the Princes s and made them slaves, to wait upon them and obey their wishes; and as the

little girl was delicate and not very strong, they let her live by herself in the palace of the roitree, and

mocked her by calling her a Princess. If she grows up to be strong I think they will make her a slave, too; but

she is so frail and weak that none of us rabbits believe she will live very long."

"This is all very interesting," said John. "I'd really like to meet these humans."

"Then come with me and I will guide your steps to where they are," promised the rabbit.

"I must wait until Chick comes back," said the gingerbread man, looking toward the plant forest.

"Yes," replied John. "It's an Incubator Baby and very jolly and kind. Chick ought to be back in a few

"I'm rather nervous when children are around," declared the rabbit, hesitating. "Are you sure Chick is kind?"

At that moment the Cherub came running up with both hands full of fruits, which were indeed odd in shape,

"I won't starve, John Dough!" was the merry greeting. "The forest is full of fruit plants, and I've eaten some

already, and haven't been poisoned. But where did you find this pretty rabbit? And how tame it seems to be!"

"It's a friend of mine named Pittypat, and I've discovered I can speak its language," replied John. "Also there's

a Princess living near by, and Pittypat has promised to guide us to her royal palace."

John turned to the little animal beside him and said, in the rabbit language: "We are ready to start, my friend."

"Never mind; we're not afraid," answered John, boldly; and Chick, who as yet had heard nothing of the

So the rabbit whisked around, lifted its big ears a moment, sniffed the air, and then sprang away with long

John settled the baker's hat (which was showing distinct signs of having been frequently crumpled) upon his

gingerbread head, picked up the remains of his candy cane, and followed the guidance of the white rabbit.

Chick came after, tripping lightly alon g the path. Before they had gone very far beneath the brighthued,

mammoth foliage Pittypat gave a sudden whisk and disappeared from sight, having popped into a hole. John

Dough, of course, stopped and gazed around with his glass eyes to see what had be come of his new friend,

and at the same moment a queer creature dropped from an overhead leaf and stood in the path of the

gingerbread man. Another followed, and still another, and the three strange beings looked at John curiously,

as if as much surprise d at the meeting as he could be. Chick pressed close to the side of the gingerbread man

Perhaps nowhere else in all the world could be found such unusual creatures as these Mifkets. Their heads

had the appearance of coconuts, and were covered with coarse hair clipped close, and turning upward until it

ended in a sharp peak at the very top. Their faces were like putty, with small, beady eyes that glittered

brightly, flat noses, and wide, grinning mouths. The Mifkets bodies were shaped like pears, and their legs

were short and their arms long. For clothing they wore gay leaves of the fore st plants, twisted and woven

together in quite a clever way; and taken all together, they were as unlike any creatures that inhabit our part

"Ah, these must be the beings called Mifkets," remarked John Dough, speaking aloud in a language he had

"That's easy enough to guess," retorted one of the group, coming nearer to the gingerbread man and

impudently thrusting forward its puttylike face, which it wrinkled and distorted in a disturbing manner. "It's

easy enough to tell we're Mifkets; but wha t in the name of Jucklethub are you? And what strange child of the

"I'm a gingerbread man," answered John, with dignity; "and this is my friend Chick."

"We know what a man is; and we know what a child is; but what's gingerbread?" demanded another of the

"We'll take your word for it," growled the third creature. And then it added: "What are you doing here?"

To his surprise all three began laughing at this reply, and they seemed so greatly amused that one hit another

a merry cuff upon the ear, which he in turn passed on to the third. But the thirdthe growling oneturned

suddenly upon John Dough and gave him such a sounding cuff upon the side of his head that the blow dazed

him for a moment. At this Chick doubled two fat fists and ran at the queer Mifkets so fiercely that they were

greatly astonished at the angry buffets they received, and fell back a fe w steps from the path. Immediately

John Dough recovered his wits and aimed a strong blow with the candy cane at the wild people of the forest.

Much to his astonishment it sent all three of them tumbling to the groundone overturning the others. For so

great was the energy and strength lent to his gingerbread arm by the magic Elixir that the Mifkets could not

Chick laughed merrily at the howls of their enemies, who quickly scrambled to their feet and leaped into the

leaves of the giant plants, where they were hidden from sight. But the sound of their rapid retreat could be

"Bravely done, little one. Bravely done, John Dough. Yet I warn you to beware these wicked Mifkets, who

"I don't care," said Chick, "and I'm not afraid," added John, who was quite pleased to find himself so

"Well, let us continue our journey," suggested Pittypat; "for I want you to meet our sweet Princess. But I

advise you, whenever you meet with more of those Mifkets, to try to be friendly with them. There are

Again they started along the path, and presently it led them out of the forest to another part of the shore of the

island, where a rocky headland curved into the sea in the shape of a new moon, forming a pretty bay, on

which floated a small boat at ancho r. On the inner edge of this headland and facing the bay stood a tall plant,

whose broad colored leaves were bent downward to form a domeshaped room, one leaf being turned up to

"You must whistle at the door, and the Princess will appear," said Pittypat. "I cannot talk with her as I do with

you, Mr. Dough; so I'll leave you now, and run home to tell my folks of the new friends I have found." With

these parting words away darte d the rabbit, and John and Chick shyly approached the novel palace of the

"Can you whistle, Chick?" asked the gingerbread man; and the Baby, in reply, made so shrill a sound through

Almost immediately a girl appeared in the doorway of the plantpalace, and both John and Chick bowed low

and then stood motionless to stare at the beautiful face that confronted them. For this mock Princess of the

Mifkets was quite the loveliest and swe etest maiden that any one has ever looked upon; and so round and

innocent were her clear eyes and so gentle and winning her smile, that to see her but once was to love her

dearly. John did not marvel that the wild creatures of the forest had set this gir l apart as too hallowed to

become either their slave or companion; and he instantly accepted this shipwrecked waif as a real Princess,

Chick, standing solidly with brown feet spread wide apart, chubby fists clutching the last of the forest fruits,

and tangled locks flowing carelessly around the laughing face, was a strong contrast to the little lady who

advanced from the door with daint y steps to welcome the strangers. The Princess wore a gown of woven

leaves plucked from the island plants, but so slight and graceful was her form that any sort of dress would be

"I'm glad of that," answered the girl, in a soft voice, as she came close and kissed the Cherub's rosy mouth. "It

has been dreadfully lonesome in this place without any one to play with or to keep me company. But may I

"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance," said the girl. "They call me the Princess; but that is in mockery, I

"Yes; and that is why I am so lonely," the girl replied, sadly. "The naughty Mifkets have made my poor father

and mother their slaves, and mock me by shutting me in this treehouse and calling it a palace and me a

"Oh, yes; but the island is small, and there is no one to play with except Pittypat, who is a white rabbit, and

"What strange companions!" said John. "I've met Pittypat, and like the white rabbit very much; but a

"Not at all, I assure you," returned the girl, earnestly. "Just wait until you meet him, and you'll see that he

"Oh, no; until now they have done me no real injury whatever," the Princess answered, "but their tempers are

so hateful that I am in constant fear of them. You must meet the Mifkets, of course, since you cannot leave

this island; and you must obey them as we all do. But perhaps Mr. Dough, being made of gingerbread, will be

"Or with less," said John, with a shudder. "Nevertheless, we will meet the Mifkets boldly, and I am not going

"Then, if you will please follow me, I will lead you to the king's village," said the girl; "and there you may

"Very well," agreed John. "But I must tell you that we have already encountered three of these creatures, and

The Princess led them by a path deep into the forest, passing underneath the broad leaves of the plants, which

were so thick that they almost shut out the daylight and made the way gloomy and fearsome. But before long

a big clearing was reached, in the center of which was a rocky mound with a broad, flat stone at the very top.

All around were houses made by bending down the huge leaves of the plants and fastening them to the

ground with wooden pegs, thus forming circular rooms. None of these houses se emed quite so handsome as

the palace of the Princess; but they were big and of many colors, and when our friends stepped into the

clearing a swarm of the Mifket people crowded out of the doorways to surround the strangers and gaze upon

Upon the flat stone in the center of the clearing reclined an aged Mifket, who was lazily sunning himself, and

who seemed to pay no attention to the chattering of his fellows. Yet it was toward this stone that the Princess,

after a halffrightened look at its occupant, led her new friends; and all the Mifkets, big and little, followed

Then she knelt humbly before the flat stone that served as a throne, and John Dough knelt beside her. But

Chick stood upright and laughed at the sight of the lazy Mifket King reclining before them.

The short, coarse hair that covered the head of the King was white, proving him to be very old; and his

raiment was woven of pure white leaves, distinguishing him from all the others of his band. But he was not

Hearing the murmur around him the King slowly rolled his fat body over and sat up, rubbing his eyes to clear

them of the cobwebs of sleep. Then he looked upon John and Chick and gave a grunt. Immediately a little

man rushed out of a dwelling just back of the throne and hurried to the King with a gourd filled with water.

This the aged Mifket drank greedily, and while he was thus occupied the Princess grasped the hand of the

The little man seemed fussy and nervous, but perhaps this was caused by the fear in which he constantly

lived. There was little hair upon his head, but he wore chin whiskers that were bright red in color and

luxuriant in growth, and harmonized nicely wi th his light blue eyes. He wore a faded and ragged suit of blue

clothes, to which he had doubtless clung ever since the days when he had been shipwrecked and cast upon

John Dough was about to express in polite words his pleasure in meeting the father of the Princess, when the

King, having finished drinking, suddenly flung the gourd at the little man's head. He ducked to escape it and

the gourd struck the forehead of a big Mifket just behind and made a sound like the crack of a whip. At once

the big Mifketwho was remarkable for having black hair upon his head instead of the dingy brown that

was common to all the Mifketsuttered a roar of rage and aimed a blow at th e bald head of the luckless

slave. But the little man ducked this blow also, and then scampered away to the royal dwelling as fast as his

"Let him go," said the King, speaking sleepily in the Mifket language. Then he turned to the black one and

"Perhaps I can explain," said John Dough, speaking in their language. "My friend Chick and I arrived here

but a short time ago in a flyingmachine, which unfortunately broke down and prevented us from getting

The Mifkets looked at the gingerbread man in astonishment. Not because they had any idea what a

flyingmachine might be, but to hear their own language spoken by so queer a personage, filled them with

"Are you one of those miserable creatures called humans?" asked the King, blinking his eyes at the

"I cannot, in truth, claim to be precisely human," replied John, "but it is certain that I possess a degree of

"What are you made of?" demanded the King, who was certainly puzzled by John's words.

Now, the gingerbread man realized that if he told the Mifkets he was good to eat he would soon be destroyed;

"I am made of a kind of material known only to civilized men. In fact, I am very different from all the rest of

The King didn't understand, and when he didn't understand it made him very tired.

"Oh, well," said he, lying back in the sun, "just make yourself at home here, and see that you don't bother me

That might have ended the interview had not Black Ooboo, scowling and angry, stepped forward and said:

"If the stranger is to live with us he must fight for the right to live in peace. It is our custom, your Majesty."

At this decision all the Mifkets howled with delight, and Chick and the Princess began to be uneasy about

"I have never fought with any one, your Majesty; but I'll do the best I can. With whom must I fight?"

"Why, with Black Ooboo, I suppose," said the King; "and if you can manage to give him a sound thrashing

Ooboo scowled first at the King and then at John, and all the other Mifkets scowled with him, for the black

"Whatever material you may be made of, bold stranger," he said, "I promise to crush you into bits and

Then the crowd having pressed backward, the black Mifket sprang upon the gingerbread man, with long,

hairy arms outstretched as if to clutch him. But John was quicker than his foe. He grasped Ooboo about the

waist, lifted him high in the airbig and h eavy though he wasand flung him far over the throne whereon

the King squatted. The black one crashed into the leaves of a forest plant and then tumbled to the ground,

where he lay still for a moment to recover from his surprise and the shock of defeat.

The rabble of Mifkets didn't applaud the fall of their champion, but they looked upon the gingerbread man

"Well done, stranger," said he. "Ooboo needed to be taken down a peg, and you did it very neatly. Now get

away, all of you, and leave me to sleep." He proceeded to curl himself up once more upon the flat stone, and

the Mifkets obeyed his command and s tole away to their dwellings. John advanced to where Chick and the

"I'd no idea you could do it, John. Wasn't it lovely, Princess, to see him toss that black beast like a football?"

"I'm glad your friend won the fight," answered the girl; "but Black Ooboo is a dangerous enemy, and even the

King is afraid of him. Now come with me, please. I want you to meet my dear mother, who is unfortunately

They entered with the Princess into the royal dwelling, where a woman quickly seized the girl in a warm

embrace and kissed her tenderly. When Chick managed to get a full view of the woman she was seen to be

nearly as round as an apple in form, with an a pple's rosy cheeks, and with cute corkscrew curls of an

irongray color running from her ears down to her neck. When her daughter entered she had been busily

engaged cooking a vegetable stew for the King's dinner, nor dared she pause long in her work for fear of the

Chick was dreadfully sorry for these poor shipwrecked people, thus compelled to be slaves to the fierce

Mifkets, and hoped they might find some way to escape. The little man with the red whiskers presently crept

in and joined them, and they had a long t alk together and tried to think of a plan to leave the island, but

without success. Yet John encouraged them to believe a way would soon be found, and they all had great

confidence in his ability to save the entire party; for he had proved himself both w ise and powerful.

While they were still talking the King rolled his fat body into the dwelling and demanded his dinner, at the

same time ordering the Princess to get back to her own palace and to stay there. But he favored John Dough

by sending several of the Mifkets to build a dwelling for the gingerbread man and the Incubator Baby just

Next morning the little Princess came to the door of the new dwelling built for Chick and John Dough, and

"Let us take a walk, and I will show you how beautiful our island is in those parts where there are no Mifkets

So together the three walked along the shore until they drew near to a high point of rock, the summit of which

was reached by a winding path. When they had climbed up the steep the Princess had to stop to rest, for she

was not strong and seemed to tire easily. And now, while they sat upon some rocks, a big brown bear came

The bear was fat and of monstrous size, and its color was a rich brown. It had no hair at all upon its body, as

most bears have, but was smooth and shiny. He gave a yawn as he looked at the newcomers, and John

shuddered at the rows of long, white teet h that showed so plainly. Also he noticed the fierce claws upon the

bear's toes, and decided that in spite of the rabbit's and the Princess' assurances he was in dangerous

company. Indeed, although Chick laughed at the bear, the gingerbread man grew qui te nervous as the big

beast advanced and sniffed at him curiouslyalmost as if it realized John was made of gingerbread and that

gingerbread is good to eat. Then it held out a fat paw, as if desiring to shake hands; and, not wishing to

appear rude, John placed his own hand in the bear's paw, which seemed even more soft and flabby than his

own. The next moment the animal threw its great arms around the gingerbread man and hugged him close to

John gave a cry of fear, although it was hard to tell which was more soft and yieldingthe bear's fat body or

"Stop that!" he shouted, speaking in the bear language. "Let me go, instantly! What do you mean by such

The bear, hearing this speech, at once released John, who began to feel of himself to see if he had been

"Why didn't you say you were a friend, and could speak my language?" asked the bear, in a tone of reproach.

"You knew well enough I was a friend, since I came with the Princess," retorted John, angrily. "I suppose you

"I thought you smelled like gingerbread," remarked the bear. "But don't worry about my eating you. I don't

"Yes, rubber. Not guttapercha, you understand, nor any cheap composition; but pure Para rubber of the best

"Well, I declare!" said John, who was really astonished. "Are your teeth rubber, also?"

"To be sure," acknowledged the bear, seeming to be somewhat ashamed of the fact; "but they appear very

terrible to look at, do they not? No one would suspect they would bend if I tried to bite with them."

"To me they were terrible in appearance," said John, at which the bear seemed much gratified.

"I don't mind confiding to you, who are a friend and speak my language," he resumed, "that I am as harmless

as I am indestructible. But I pride myself upon my awful appearance, which should strike terror into the

hearts of all beholders. At one time ev ery creature in this island feared me, and acknowledged me their king,

but those horrid Mifkets discovered I was rubber, and have defied me ever since."

"I've never heard of the Great Elixir," replied the bear, "and I've no idea how I came to be alive. My earliest

recollection is that I was living in much the same way that I am now. Do you remember when you were not

This conversation, which she could not at all understand, surprised the Princess very much. But she was glad

to see that the rubber bear and the gingerbread man had become friends, and so she took Chick's hand and led

"This is my new friend, whose name is Chick," she said to the bear, for the girl was accustomed to talking to

Para Bruin just as she would to a person; "and you must be as good and kind to Chick as you have been to

The bear gave the Princess a generous hug, and then he hugged Chick; but the words the girl had spoken

"Why do you suppose so many different languages were ever invented? The Mifkets speak one language, and

you and I speak another, and the Princess and Chick speak still another! And it is all very absurd, for the only

"I can speak with and understand the Princess and the Mifkets as well as I can speak with you," declared

"If that is so, then tell me what the Princess said to me just now," he requested.

So John translated the girl's words into the bear language, and when Para Bruin heard them he laughed with

"Tell the Princess that I'll be as good to her friend Chick as possible," said he, and John at once translated it

"That's nice," said she. "I knew Para would be friends with Chick. And now ask the bear to bounce for us. He

So John requested the bear to bounce, which he at once agreed to do, seeming to feel considerable pride in

From the point upon which they stood, the hill descended in a steep incline toward the forest, and at the

bottom of the hill was a big flat rock. Curling himself into a ball, the great bear rolled his body down the hill,

speeding faster every moment, un til he struck the flat rock at the bottom. Then he bounded high into the air

(in the same way that a rubber ball does when thrown down upon a hard pavement), and made a graceful

backward curve until he reached the top of the hill again, where he bounced up and down a few times, and

then stood upright and bowed before the gingerbread man and the gleeful Cherubwho was rapturously

"Great act, isn't it?" asked Para Bruin, grinning with pride. "No ordinary bear could do that, I assure you. And

"It does, indeed!" declared John. "I am greatly pleased to have met so remarkable and talented a bear."

"You must visit me often," said the bear, making a dignified bow. "It is a great treat to hear my own language

spoken, for I am the only bear upon the island. I haven't any visiting cards, but my name is Para Bruin, and

"I am called John Dough," said the gingerbread man. "I cannot claim to be indestructible, but while I last I

shall be proud of your friendship, and will bring the children to visit you often."

"Try to teach them my language," suggested Para Bruin; "for I love children and have often wished I might

talk with them. As for the little Princess, all the island people love her dearlyexcept, of course, the

Mifketsand we all worry, more or less, over her health. She's weak and delicate, you know; and her life

here is made so unhappy by the separation from her parents that I'm afraid she won't be with us very long.

He wiped a tear from his eye with a puffy paw and glanced affectionately at the girl.

"No strength and vitality," answered the bear. "She's failing every day, and there isn't a drugstore or a doctor

on the island. But don't tell her, whatever you do. Perhaps she doesn't realize it, and the knowledge would

Then the bear, who seemed remarkably tenderhearted, trotted with bouncing footsteps into his cave, so that

the little Princess for whom he grieved might not see the tears that stood in his rubber eyes.

After that John and Chick and the Princess started to return to their dwellings by means of a short cut through

the forest, known to the girl. John was feeling very contented in the companionship of the two children, and

reflected that in spite of the M ifkets his life on this beautiful island bade fair to be pleasant and agreeable.

But his content was suddenly interrupted by the Cherub, who gave a loud cry and pointed excitedly into the

The gingerbread man had cast but one look when he began to tremble violently. For there before himonly

"By means of the witch," the Arab replied. "I purchased from her two transport powders. One transported me

to the Isle of Phreex, and when you then escaped me the other powder transported me here. But I cannot

allow the gingerbread man to escape me ag ain, because I have no more powders, nor any way to reach the

witch who makes them. So, my dear John Dough, please accept your fate, and permit me to eat you at once."

"That I cannot do," said John, firmly; "for if I am eaten, that is the end of me."

"How selfish!" exclaimed the Arab. "Who are you, to be considered before Ali Dubh, son of a mighty Sheik,

and chief of an ancient Tribe of the Desert? Remember, sir, that when I have eaten you I shall gain for myself

the priceless powers of that Great Elixir contained in your gingerbread, and will thus become the most

powerful and most intelligent man in the world, besides living forever! Dare you, sir, allow your selfish

"But you have nothing to say about it," continued the Arab. "You are not your own master. You belong to

me, for I purchased you from Jules Grogrande, the baker, who made you, and I am therefore entitled to eat

"If to be just is to be eaten," said John, "you need not look to me for justice. I may be wrong in this decision,

"Then," remarked Ali Dubh, sadly, "you force me to eat you without your consent, which it will grieve me to

With this he drew his terrible knife and sprang upon John Dough with great ferocity. But in the recent

encounter with Black Ooboo the gingerbread man had learned how powerful the Elixir made him; so he did

not run this time from the Arab, but avoided th e thrust of the knife and caught the body of Ali Dubh in a

strong clasp. Next moment he had lifted him up and tossed him high into the air, as easily as he had tossed

the Mifket. The Arab alighted in the top branches of a tall scarlet plant and clung to them in great fear lest he

should fall to the ground and be killed. Indeed, so frightened was he that he uttered screams of terror with

every breath, and forgot all about eating John Dough in the more important thought of how he might reach

"Let's run!" exclaimed Chick, grasping John's hand. "Don't mind the Arab. If he falls it's good enough for

"The Mifkets will rescue him, I'm sure," added the Princess. "See! there come some of the creatures now,

Hearing this, John hesitated no longer, but fled down another pathway with the children, and soon left the

That evening, when John came out of his tree house to watch the sunset, he found Pittypat, the white rabbit,

"I've news for you, my friend," began the rabbit, in a grave voice. "Black Ooboo and the Arab who wanted to

eat you have become fast friends, and together they are determined to destroy you."

"I was hidden among the plants when you met, and heard your talk," replied the rabbit. "You must look out

for Ooboo and the Arab, or they will surely do you a mischief, for the Mifkets now know that you are good to

"It's kind of you to warn me," said John; but can you tell me of any way to escape from this island, good

"Not just at present," returned the rabbit; "but our Prince is very wise indeed, and I will ask him what is best

to be done. In the meantime you must keep away from your enemies as much as possible."

With these words the rabbit sprang into a low bush and disappeared, leaving John Dough to sad reflections

Soon after daybreak next morning, while Chick and the Princess were out hunting berries for their breakfast,

John went for a walk along the shore, and so engrossed did he become in his thoughts that he did not notice

when a band of Mifkets stole upon him from behind and threw a coil of stout rope around his shoulders.

Before he realized his misfortune he was bound fast with many turns of the rope. Then he found that he had

fallen into the hands of his old enemy, Black Ooboo; but the Arab, to his great relief, was not with the party

Shouting with glee at the capture of the gingerbread man, the Mifkets led him away through the forest paths

until they arrived at the clearing wherein the King lazily reclined upon his flat rock.

John Dough was very indignant at the treatment he had received, so he addressed the King angrily, saying:

"By what right do you command me to be bound in this disgraceful manner? Did you not give me permission

"I am a king, and the promises of kings should never be relied upon," said the old Mifket, winking slyly at his

prisoner. "Since I first saw you the Arab has arrived, and he tells us that the material you are made of is very

"It seems so," answered the King. "In some parts of Arabia the people speak exactly as we do; so the Arabs

are probably descended from our race. Anyhow, Ali Dubh understands us and we understand him, and we've

This was disturbing news to the gingerbread man, and he stood before the King wondering how he might

escape from this awkward situation when the black Mifket, who was squatting beside him, opened his mouth

and bit off the thumb from John's left hand, whi ch was tightly bound to his side.

"How does is taste, Ooboo?" inquired the King, while the black one was chewing the thumb.

"I can't exactly describe the flavor," said Ooboo, boldly biting off the forefinger of the hand.

John was enraged at this dreadful treatment, and his glass eyes had a dangerous flash in them. It didn't pain

him especially, for he had no nerves; but to be chewed up by a common forest Mifket was a liberty that any

"Seems to me there's molasses in him," said Ooboo, with a wink at the King, and immediately he bit off

another finger and ate it. "Also a bit of ginger," he continued, calmly, eating the next finger. "And spices."

Another finger was gone. "It isn't ex actly cake, and it isn't exactly bread," the black one proceeded, smacking

his lips; "but it's pretty good, whatever it is"; and with that he ate the last finger remaining on John's left hand.

The King was no longer sleepy. He had become quite interested, and the circle of Mifkets that stood silently

"Bring him here to me," said the King. "I'll eat the other hand and see what it's like."

Ooboo immediately pushed the prisoner toward the rock; but John was now terribly frightened, and had made

up his mind not to allow the rest of his body to be eaten without a struggle to save himself. So he suddenly

exerted all the strength the Great Eli xir had given him, and burst his rope bonds as easily as if they had been

threads. At the same instant the Arab leaped into the group that surrounded the throne and placed himself

"Stop!" he screamed, his voice shrill with anger. "How dare you eat the gingerbread I have bought and paid

"There's enough for all," said the King. "We'll divide him up, and have a feast."

But while they were thus quarreling the gingerbread man, free of his bonds, turned and fled swiftly into the

forest, and before the Mifkets or Ali Dubh knew he had gone their intended victim was far away.

Chick was very indignant when John Dough entered the tree house and showed his mutilated hand.

"You ought to stay near me every minute," said the Cherub, "so I can take care of you and keep you from

getting into trouble. If this thing keeps on, John Dough, you won't be able to present a respectable

"I know it," said John, sadly. "I'd escape in that little boat on the beach; only, if a rainstorm came up, there'd

"It isn't our boat, either," said Chick. "It belongs to the father and mother of the little Princess, and they may

"She's worse," answered Chick. "Seems to me she gets weaker and more delicate every day."

"See here," said the child, "that gingerbread of yours is full of strength and power, isn't it?"

"That's what Ali Dubh says," John responded. "The Elixir that I am mixed with is claimed to be very

"And it's true," declared Chick, "for I've seen you do things no gingerbread man could ever do without some

magic Elixir being mixed up with him. Well, then, why don't you let the Princess eat the rest of your left

hand, and get well? The hand isn't an y use to you since Black Ooboo ate off the fingers."

"What you say, Chick, appears to be true," said he; "but you've no idea how I dread to be eaten. I'm not very

substantial at the best, and during my brief lifetime I've been crumbled and chipped and bitten to such an

extent that I dread to lose even a c rumb of my person more than is absolutely necessary. Of course I'd like to

help the Princess, and restore her to health and strength; but perhaps we can find some better way to do that

"Very well, John Dough," said the Cherub, getting up to go to the Princess, "I suppose you can do as you

please about feeding yourself to your friends; but if I was gingerbread you can just bet I wouldn't be so stingy

Left alone, John sighed and wondered if it was really his duty to sacrifice his left hand to save the frail little

girl and restore her to strength and health. He wanted to be kind and generous, yet the very thought of being

Presently he left the tree house and wandered along the coast. Chick's rebuke disturbed him not a little, and

he wanted time to think it over. So by and by, when he thought he was alone, he sat down upon a rock and

tried to decide what to do. Suddenly a low rustle disturbed him, and he looked up to see the brown bear

"Aren't you a good way from your mountain?" inquired John, instead of answering the question.

"Yes, I don't often stray so far," was the reply, "but I had an idea of calling on the Princess. Where is she?"

"That's bad," declared the bear, shaking his head sadly. "She seems to be failing every day. Poor little

"They made me a prisoner this morning, and abused me shamefully," said the gingerbread man. "See here!"

"That's curious," said the bear, rubbing his nose thoughtfully with one paw. "Do you know, the Mifkets had

an exciting time an hour ago? I watched them from my mountain, and saw everything. Black Ooboo had a

fight with the King and knocked him off his rock. That's really surprising, for Ooboo has always before been

a coward, and afraid of the King. But now he has declared he'll be king himself, and offers to fight any one

who opposes him. Isn't that funny? I don't know where Black Ooboo got so muc h courage and strength all of

"I know," said John. "He got it from my fingers, which he ate. My dough is mixed with the Great Elixir, you

know, which is nothing less than concentrated energy and strength and vitality and knowledge. The fingers

have made Ooboo the most powerful Mif ket in the island, so it is no wonder he has become king."

"If that is the case, John Dough, you must feed some of yourself to the Princess to make her strong again."

"You will do it, though," said the bear; "for if you don't you are no friend of mine, or of any other honest

person. I'm going back to my mountain, and if you don't save the little Princess I'll never speak to you again."

Away stalked Para Bruin, and John Dough arose with a sigh and walked far into the forest, trying to make up

his mind what to do. He came to the bank of the brook presently, and seating himself upon a fence beside the

stream gazed into the rushing water in deep thought. From the distance came the roar of water falling over the

big dam which the beavers had built, and once or twice a Mifket strayed that way and looked curiously at the

silent figure of the gingerbread man. But they had orders from the Ar ab and Ooboo not to disturb him, so

A long time John Dough sat there by the stream, until suddenly he was aroused from his musings by a shriek

He turned around and saw a gorgeous macaw standing on a log back of him. The bird was all aglow with

crimson and green feathers, and its black eyes twinkled mischievously, while continuous shouts of laughter

"Keep still, can't you?" said John, in an annoyed tone. "What are you laughing at, anyway?"

"Oh dear! It's too funny for anything! What a larkhoo, hoo, hoo! What a lark it is!"

Its voice was somewhat smothered by the feathers, but John heard every word, and it made him angry.

"There are two of ustwo of ustwo of us!" shrieked the macaw, hopping around and fluttering its brilliant

"Because that's what you are, my poor innocent! Ha, ha, ha! Breakfast is ready!"

The bird made a quick thrust with its beak, and the next moment fluttered around in front of John with its

Our hero quickly stood up and put his right hand behind him. The baker had made two little coat tails at the

back of his waist, and as John felt for them he found that the thieving macaw had eaten both of these coat

"How stupid I am!" he exclaimed, with real grief. "I might have given those coat tails to the Princess, and

"I said you were a chump!" remarked the macaw, winking, and then laughing again. "The idea of your sitting

Just then a great chattering reached his ears, and looking around, he found that a numerous band of the fierce

Mifkets had stolen upon him, and were now coming forward armed with huge clubs which they had broken

from the forest plants, and which were as solid and heavy as the branches of trees.

"Surrender!" cried the leader, knowing that the gingerbread man understood their language; "King Ooboo

For a moment John Dough was most frightened. It was not likely that his strength would enable him to

escape from so many of his enemies, and he almost gave himself up for lost. For before him was the stream

of wateralmost as deadly to him as the clos e ranks of the Mifkets behind him. The macaw was strutting up

"You're surely in a bad way, my friend; but I believe I can save you. When I fly up, grab my feet, and I'll

"You!" he exclaimed, gazing at the bird in surprise; "you are by no means big enough to fly away with me."

"Size doesn't count for much," chuckled the macaw; "and since I breakfasted off your coattails I feel myself

John decided that it was worth attempting, being the only thing to do. The Mifkets were pressing closer, and

soon he would be within reach of their clubs. So, as the macaw flew into the air John grasped its legs with his

right hand (which was the only hand that had fingers), and, sure enough, the strength of the little bird was so

great that it easily drew him up into the air, high above the heads of his chattering and disappointed foe.

"Fooled again," cried the macaw; but of course the Mifkets did not understand the words. Away over the tops

of the giant plants flew the bird, with John Dough clinging to its legs, and it was not long before it gradually

descended again and landed the g ingerbread man safely before the door of his own dwelling.

"Don't thank me," said the macaw, turning toward him one black eye, in a saucy manner, and winking

comically. "I ate part of you for my breakfast, and feel greatly refreshed. Were it not for the Arab I'd hope to

get another meal off you, but between th e Arab and the Mifkets you're not likely to last long. Good bye."

"There's less of you than ever," said the child, looking him over carefully. "Your coat tails are gone now."

"Yes," said the gingerbread man, "a macaw ate them a few minutes ago. But there will be even less of me in

"I'm going to save the Princess before I'm gone entirely," said John, with decision. "Not that I have overcome

my dislike to being eaten, you understand, but if a black Mifket and a foolish bird find it so easy to feast upon

my person, Ali Dubh is sure to get me in time, and before that happens I want to do one good deed, and help

"Good!" exclaimed Chick, approvingly. "You're all right, John Dough, even if it did take you a long time to

Away trotted the chubby legs, and presently the child returned with a long, slender leaf, plucked from one of

John turned away his head and held out his left handthe one from which Black Ooboo had eaten the finger.

"It isn't much worse than it was before," said the child. "You'll never miss it in the world. Now wait here

After Chick had vanished into the girl's dwelling the gingerbread man gave a sigh of relief.

"It wasn't as bad as I feared," he said to himself; "but I'm glad the ordeal is over. If I take good care of myself

hereafter, and manage to escape from Ali Dubh, I can get along very well without the gingerbread I have

The Princess slept sweetly that night, after her supper of gingerbread, and the next morning was so fresh and

bright, and had so pretty a color to her cheeks, that Chick hugged her delightedly, and John Dough was proud

and glad to think his small sacrifi ce had wrought such good results. Together they strolled into the forest,

"Be careful where you go," said the rabbit, in a worried tone. "The Arab is after John Dough, and I hear that

Black Ooboo has determined to destroy the little man with the red whiskers and the fat woman with the

"There's no doubt of it," Pittypat replied. "And I'm not sure but the Princess will share their fate. These are

"There's the boat," said Chick, turning to the girl; "can't your parents escape in that?"

"They have always said they would use the boat to leave the island, if there was any danger," answered the

Princess. "But the ocean is so big and the boat so very little that they did not like to make such a voyage

"Well, it seems to be necessary now," said John. "But what will become of the rest of us? The boat will only

"It might hold me as well as my parents, if the water was calm," said the girl; "but I will not escape and leave

you and Chick to your fate. Unless we can find some way to save us all I will let my parents escape alone in

"That's foolish," said Chick. "You go in the boat. John Dough and I will get along all right."

But this the Princess refused to do, and after a long discussion the rabbit decided to go and consult a gray owl

which was renowned for its wisdom. The others walked up to Para Bruin's cave, and the first thing the bear

"Look out for yourselves. Black Ooboo has ordered all the humans on this island to be killed, and the Mifkets

are arming themselves with long sticks, to which they have bound sharp thorns torn from a tree in the forest.

The gingerbread man is to be eat en, I understand, so there's likely to be an end of all of you, very soon."

"None that I can think of," said the bear. "But you can depend upon my assistance, if there is anything I can

Hearing this, Para Bruin gave John a grateful hug; and then he hugged the Princess and even Chick, so happy

Then he bounced for them several times, rolling himself down hill against the flat rock and then bounding

high into the air. But the little Princess was worried and anxious about her parents, so the party soon bade

The forest seemed very quiet and peaceful as they walked along, and they had almost forgotten their fears,

when, just as they reached the banks of the brook, a sudden sound of shouting fell upon their ears, mingled

"Oh, dear!" cried the little Princess, wringing her hands in great fear; "the Mifkets have attacked my dear

John strove to comfort her, but he suspected that the Princess had guessed truly, and that her parents were in

great danger. They dared not return to the seashore, for that would mean their own destruction; so they

remained hidden in the forest, while t he Princess sobbed as if her heart was broken, and John wiped away

her tears with her handkerchief. He had one of his own; but it was gingerbread, and would not stand the

Suddenly they heard pattering footfalls, and the white rabbit crouched at their feet. He was panting from a

"The redwhiskered man and the woman with the corkscrew curls," replied Pittypat. "The Mifkets chased

them to the shore, but they jumped into the boat and rowed away in time to escape. The Mifkets threw sticks

at them and Black Ooboo screamed with rage ; but the father and mother of our Princess got away without

This good news greatly pleased the girl, and her anxiety was much relieved. But the gingerbread man had

"They are getting ready to search the forest for you and Chick and the Princess," was the reply. "The Arab is

"This is certainly unpleasant news," remarked the gingerbread man. "Did the gray owl tell you how we may

"The owl sent me to the King of the Fairy Beavers," replied the rabbit, "and he has consented to hide you in

his palace. It is a rare favor, I assure you; but the Mifkets cannot reach you there."

"A Fairy Beaver!" cried Chick, gleefully; and the Princess asked, wonderingly: "Can a beaver be a fairy?"

"Why not?" inquired Pittypat. "All the animals have their fairies, just as you human folks do; and it is lucky

for us that the Fairy Beaver lives on this very island. There is only one dangerthat the Mifkets find you

before I can lead you to the Beav er King. So follow me at once, I implore you, before it is too late!"

He turned, with these words, and led them along the river bank at such a swift pace that the Princess could

"The palace of the beavers is somewhere under the big dam in the river, which is not far away. The King

promised to meet us at the waterfall; but he will not allow me to enter, because I am a rabbit, so you must go

As Pittypat spoke they could hear the distant roar of the waterfall at the beavers' dam. But another sound also

fell upon their earsa sound that quickly renewed their terrorfor it was the yells of the approaching

Mifkets. Presently the fierce creat ures appeared, coming swiftly through the forest.

John picked up a great wooden club that lay near their path, and while Chick and the Princess hurried after

the rabbit he stopped and hurled it toward the Mifkets. It fell among them with such force that several were

knocked over and many others howled with pain. It did not prevent them from coming on, but they kept at a

more respectful distance from the gingerbread man, never doubting they would be able to capture him in

"This way!" cried the rabbit, leaping down the bank to the side of the river, where they could travel more

The others followed, and now before them appeared a wide and high sheet of water that fell over the great

dam that the beavers had built many years before. They had almost reached it, and Pittypat had called out that

he saw the Beaver King waiting behin d the waterfall, when the fugitives stopped short with cries of despair.

For just before them appeared another band of Mifkets, armed with the thorn sticks, and now they saw that

John looked around in desperation. There were Mifkets behind them and Mifkets before them; and on one

side was the deep river, and on the other side a steep bank too high for the children to climb. It really seemed

to the gingerbread man that they were lost, when suddenly a cry was heard, and looking upward he saw Para

Bruin standing upon his high peak and watching them. The bear doubtless saw the danger of his friends, for

"Look outI'm coming to the rescue!" Then he quickly curled his great body into a monster ball and rolled

The Mifkets who were near the waterfall turned. curiously to watch the bear. They had often seen him roll

against the flat stone and bound back to his place again, and thought he would do the same thing now. But

old Para Bruin was more clever than the y suspected. He missed the flat stone altogether and came bounding

along at a terrific speed. Before the group of Mifkets, who stood close together near the waterfall, knew what

the bear meant to do, old Para's body shot upon them and dashed them in eve ry direction. Some lay stunned

upon the ground; but most of them were tumbled into the river, where they struggled frantically to regain the

"Quick!" cried Pittypat, "your friend has saved you. But do not lose an instant's time!"

The children and the gingerbread man obeyed at once, and in a few steps reached the waterfall.

"Creep behind the sheet of water!" commanded the rabbit. "You will find the Beaver King awaiting you. Do

"Good bye, Pittypat!" called the Princess, as she clung to the damp rocks behind the waterfall.

Then he whisked away, and John Dough, shrinking as far from the spray as possible, crept under the waterfall

The Mifkets uttered cries of rage as they observed the escape of their intended victims, and rushed forward to

follow them. But immediately a great flood of water began falling just at the place where the children and

John had entered, and as the Mifket s recoiled from this new danger our friends heard a soft voice say, with a

"They will not dare to follow you now. Come with me, and be careful not to slip."

John looked down, and saw a handsome beaver standing beside him. His fur was the color of silver, and upon

his head was a tiny golden crown set with jewels so bright and sparkling that the rays lighted the dim place

like so many sunbeams. The Beaver Ki ng's face was calm and dignified, and his eyes kindly and intelligent.

Without further speech he led the way far under the roaring waterfall; and the space between the dark wall of

the dam and the sheet of water was so narrow that the air was filled with a fine spray, which moistened John's

But, lighted by the radiance of the King Beaver's crown, they soon came to a place directly under the center

of the fall, and here their conductor halted and tapped three times upon the surface of the wall. It opened

instantly, disclosing a broad passag e, and through this the King led them, the wall closing just behind them

The noise of the waterfall now sounded but dimly in their ears, and presently they emerged into a large

vaulted room, which was so beautiful that the little Princess clasped her hands with a longdrawn sigh of

delight, Chick laughed, and John removed fro m his head the crumpled and soiled silk hat that he had clung

He had seen beautiful rooms in the Island of Romance, but nothing there could compare with the

magnificence and grandeur of this hall of the Fairy Beaver's palace. The walls were set thick with brilliant

jewels, arranged in a way that formed exquisite p ictures, all of these borrowing color from the natural tints of

the gems. The ceiling was clustered with tiny glass globes, in each of which was a captured sunbeam; and

these lent a charming radiance to the splendid room. Many cushions were strewn upon the floor, and the floor

itself was of gold, richly engraved with scenes depicting the lives and adventures of beavers.

While our friends admired the loveliness of the Hall of the Beavers, the silverfurred King spoke again, in his

"You are now underneath the deep water formed by our dam, which was built by the beavers who were our

forefathers many years ago, and which has endured until now. But in all the years of its existence the little

Princess and the Incubator Baby are the f irst human beings to be admitted to our fairy palace. Your

companion, my dears, is merely gingerbread, and lives by means of fairy powers that make him a fit comrade

"It was very good of you to save us from the Mifkets, and we are grateful," said the girl.

"I am glad to be of service to one so sweet and beautiful," returned the King, with a dignified bow toward the

Princess, "and to one so merry and frank," he continued, turning to Chick. "And now, if you will kindly

follow me, I will show you the rooms o f my palace, and introduce you to my people. You must be content to

remain my guests until I can find means to restore you to the freedom of the upper world in which you are

He led them through the gorgeous hall and along delightful passages into various rooms. Some were large

and some were small, but all were extremely beautiful, and Chick wondered greatly at the extent of this

underwater palace, the existence of which no one could suspect who stood in the forest above, beside the

"No, indeed!" answered the King, laughing softly. "They are usually houses composed of mud, mixed with

bits of wood and the leaves and branches of trees. But I am King of the Beaver Fairies, who watch over the

fortunes of all ordinary beavers and take care of them. We are invisible, even to beavers; and the eyes of

mankind can never see us unless, as in your case, we permit them to do so. These rooms seem to you

deserted, but I assure you they are filled with many beaver fairies, who are even now wat ching you with

Both the children started at hearing this, and glanced hastily around; but nothing but the walls of the palace

"At our banquet, this evening," said he, "I will permit you to see my people. But now please come to the

musicroom, where you may enjoy the strains of harmony that provide us with one of our chief

He led the way to another room, the roof of which was domeshaped. From different points in this dome

projected the ends of many silver tubes, and near the floor of the room, directly underneath each of the tubes,

The King invited his guests to seat themselves, and then pressed a diamond button that was placed in the

wall. This allowed the water from the river above them to drip slowly through the silver tubes; and as it fell,

drop by drop, on the plates beneath, it made sounds that were very sweet and harmonious. The metal plates

gave out deep and resonant sounds, while the smaller glass plates tinkled melodiously as the drops of water

Neither Chick nor the Princess recognized the first tune that was played, for it had been composed by one of

the Fairy Beavers; but afterward the King played "Home, Sweet Home," for them, and "Annie Laurie"; and

the music was so exquisitely sweet and sof t that the girl declared she would never have imagined that sounds

so delightful could be produced, and Chick pronounced the entertainment "all right."

The gingerbread man was also pleased; for it was the first real music he had ever heard, and it soothed and

The Fairy King seemed glad to give his new friends pleasure; and when the Princess remarked that she would

like to know what the Mifkets thought of their sudden escape, the beaver led them to what he called the

"Observation Room." In it was a square box, draped with black silk and having a window in one side.

Instantly a picture appeared in the box, and it seemed that through the little window they were gazing upon a

section of the forest they had recently left. There were the Mifkets, indeed, with Black Ooboo and the Arab

among them, and all were quarreling and fighting among themselves in their usual way, and trying to decide

"They are drowned and at the bottom of the river, by this time," Black Ooboo said; and his words came as

"I hope not," answered Ali Dubh; "for I've never yet had a single bite of the gingerbread man, although I

Then the scene changed, and they saw Para Bruin climbing slowly up the side of the steep hill to his den. He

seemed none the worse for his roll down the mountain and his bath in the river, and they noticed that he

"That was a good fight," John Dough heard him murmur, in the bear language; "and I'm mighty glad I was in

time to save the Princess, Chick, and the delicatessen man. They're safe enough with the beavers by this time,

the white rabbit says!" Then he laug hed again; and, reaching the top of the hill, entered his cave and lay

Again the scene changed, and the Princess beheld the open sea, upon which floated the boat that bore safely

her father and mother. They seemed to be quite comfortable, and the girl was pleased to see that they had put

enough provisions and fresh water i nto the boat to last them during a long voyage. The man, although little,

was strong, and pulled sturdily at the oars; and the woman steered the boat in the right direction.

Our Princess was very glad to see these sights, and to know Para Bruin was safe, and that her dear parents

had escaped the fierce Mifkets. In company with her friend Chick and the gingerbread man, she wandered

through the palace during all that afternoo n, seeing many wonderful things that the Fairy Beavers had

provided for the comfort and amusement of their community. It was, indeed, a little world by itself, placed

In the early evening the King escorted them to a splendid banquet hall, where a long, low table was set in the

center of the room. The dishes were all of sparkling cutglass, and the eatables proved to be very delicious

foods made from vegetables that g rew at the bottom of the river, together with fish and lobsters and oysters,

and many rare sweetmeats that could only have been created by the magic of the fairies themselves.

Around the long table were rows of silken cushions; but when the children and the gingerbread man entered,

His Majesty the King of the Fairy Beavers sat upon a cushion at the head of the table and graciously placed

the Princess and Chick close to his right hand and John Dough at his left. Then he blew softly upon a silver

whistle, and at once before the eyes of his guests appeared rows of Fairy Beavers, occupying the cushions

They were all pretty to look upon, having silvery fur as soft as satin, and large dark eyes that regarded the

strangers pleasantly and without fear. From the neck of each was suspended, by means of silken cords, a

richly embroidered cloak, exquisitely w oven from a material unknown to the Princess, and blazoned with an

emblem denoting the rank or degree of the wearer. Also each of the Fairy Beavers wore a jeweled circlet

upon the brow; but none of these was so magnificent as the diadem of their King.

While our friends gazed wonderingly upon the Fairy Beavers, the King introduced them, saying:

"This is a little mortal Princess named Jacquelin, whom I have protected because her heart is as fresh and

innocent as the daisies that grow in the fields. This is Chick, known also as the Cherub, an Incubator Baby

without relatives, but who is not lack ing in friends. And this is John Dough, a strange creature, having the

form of a man, made out of gingerbread. He is not exactly a fairy, but lives through the magic of a fairy

compound known as the 'Great Elixir,' and is therefore not responsible for b eing alive and is liable to perish

before he has grown very old. Each of these guests is, I believe, worthy of our friendship and protection, and

Answering the King's speech, all the Beaver Fairies gracefully arose from their cushions and bowed

thriceonce to the Princess and once to Chick and once to John Dough. Then they all reseated themselves

and drank to the health of their guests from dain ty tumblers no bigger than harebells, which contained water

Then, while the feast began, a chorus of black beavers entered and chanted a pretty song; and afterward other

beavers, so small that the Princess thought that they were quite young, entered and danced a minuet for the

Chick and the Princess Jacquelin were really hungry, and although the children at first feared the food placed

before them was not such as they could enjoy, they tasted some of the dishes and found them so delicious that

both ended by eating heartily, an d afterward decided they had never enjoyed a meal so much.

Of course John Dough missed the pleasure of eating, but he had a good time listening to the music and

watching the dancers; so he was quite content. Later he amused the company by telling the story of his

adventures since he had come to life in the bake shop. He spoke in the beaver language, so that all

understood him; and even the Princess could understand most of his speech, for the portion of gingerbread

she had eaten had conveyed to her some share of the powers of the Great Elixir. The Fairy Beave rs were

After dinner the girl was escorted by six pretty Beaver Fairies to a cozy little room decorated with pink and

white shells, which were polished smooth as glass. There was no regular bed in the room, but the beavers

heaped many of the soft cushions into a corner, and upon these the Princess lay down and slept very

peacefully until the next morning. Chick had a room of blue and gold, in the four corners of which perfumed

fountains shot their sprays into the air. The tinkling sounds of these fountains mi ght have soothed any child

to sleep, yet Chick could have slept as soundly in the open forest as within this luxurious room.

John Dough also was supplied with a room in the palace; but as he did not sleep he had no need to lie down,

and so amused himself during the night by looking at the beautiful pictures that decorated the walls and

ceiling. Most of these depicted the work of beavers engaged in building dams and houses; John found them

Soon after daybreak the Beaver King came to John and escorted him to the Observation Room, where he

found Chick and the Princesswho had already risen and finished their breakfastsgazing earnestly

through the window of the black box. He also approach ed the box to gaze at the shifting pictures, and

discovered that the forest had become as quiet as usual, the Arab and Black Ooboo having returned to the

village in the clearing, and only a few of the Mifkets being left to wander along the sides of the br ook and

"Now," said the Fairy Beaver to the girl, "I can do one more thing to please you. Make a wish, Princess, and I

"Thank you!" she cried, eagerly. "I wish to rejoin my dear father and mother, wherever they may be."

He led them through many passages, until they reached a sort of tunnel that brought them to a rocky cave

under the river bank, some distance below the waterfall. The water of the river covered half the floor of the

cave, and upon the sandy beach at its edge rested a large glass cylinder, which was pointed at both ends and

had a door in the top. Harnessed to one end of the glass tube were twentyfour strong beavers, who sat

"The boat in which your father and mother are still riding is far out in the ocean," said the King to the

Princess; "but in this submarine boat you will be drawn by my swimming beavers so swiftly that the journey

"There is room for only one more in the boat," replied the King, "so the Cherub and you must bid farewell to

your friend, in order that she may safely rejoin the parents she so dearly loves."

"I'm sorry, too," declared the little Princess. "for you have been very good to me, John Dough. Yet my

"That is true," said John. "Good bye, little friend, and may your life be long and happy."

Chick said nothing, but hugged the little girl in a long and warm embrace and kissed both her pretty cheeks.

The King now opened the door in the top of the cylinder and the girl stepped inside. The space was just big

enough to permit her to lie down comfortably, and the bottom of the cylinder had been thickly covered with

When the King had closed and fastened the door, he gave a signal to the fourandtwenty beavers, and at

once they dashed into the water, drawing the glass submarine after them, and began swimming with powerful

strokes down the river. They swam well unde r the surface of the water, and the glass boat followed them

At first the Princess was much bewildered by her strange journey, for it seemed as if the water was pressing

upon her from all sides. But presently she realized that she was quite safe in the glass tube, and began

watching curiously the pretty weeds and waterflowers that grew at the bottom of the river, and the queer

The speed of the swimming beavers was surprising. It was not long, indeed, before they reached the mouth of

the river and swam boldly out into the sea. Jacquelin had no idea of the direction they took, but she trusted to

And now the sights that she saw were very strange indeed; for the seaweeds were of most gorgeous hues, and

there were not only big and little fishes of every description, but brilliant seaanemones and jellyfish

The journey was long, but not at all tiresome, and the girl had not realized how far she had been drawn

through the waters of the ocean when a dark gray object appeared just overhead, and the beavers came to a

Slowly the glass cylinder rose to the surface of the waves, and Jacquelin saw just beside her the boat

containing her parents. The girl's mother also saw, to her great surprise and joy, the form of her daughter

lying in the glass case, and at once unfas tened the door and assisted the child to crawl out and scramble into

The first act of the little Princess was to kiss her father and mother delightedly, and then she leaned over the

"Tell your King that I thank him!" she called to the beavers, trying to speak their own language; and the

intelligent little creatures must have understood, for the glass cylinder sank swiftly beneath the water, and she

Many days the Princess and her parents rode in the boat, until one morning they came to another small island

and ventured to land upon it. They found it to be a beautiful place, inhabited by no savage beasts of any sort,

and containing a grove of trees that bore figs and bananas and dates and many other delicious fruits.

So they built themselves a cottage on this island, and lived there in peace and happiness for many years.

After the Princess had left them, John Dough said to the King: "What is to become of Chick and of me? We

"I hardly know," answered the Beaver Fairy. "Is there any place you especially desire to visit?"

"It doesn't matter where we go, so long as we keep going," added the practical Chick.

"You have been very kind to us," continued John, "and we may rely upon your friendship. Since you possess

such wonderful fairy powers, perhaps you will assist us to leave this island and get out into the world again,

"It shall be as you wish," promised the King. "But I must think of a way for you to leave my palace in perfect

safety. Chick is in no great danger, but should Black Ooboo or the terrible Arab chance to capture you, they

would cut your gingerbread to bi ts in no time, and you would be ruined. For this reason it will be best for

John readily agreed to this, and the King remained silent for several minutes, engaged in deep thought. Then

"I believe I know a way to save you, John Dough. But I must have your permission to cut you into nine

"What good will I be when cut into pieces?" asked John, somewhat alarmed at the suggestion.

"Do not fear," said the beaver. "I promise to again restore you to your present form. The Mifkets have placed

spies all about our dam, and if you attempted to walk away from here they would soon discover you.

Therefore I will cut you into nine pieces, wrap each piece in a bit of cloth, and send the parcels by my

beavers along different paths to the top of the hill where Para Bruin lives. There the bear and Chick can put

you together again, for the child will have no trouble in reaching the bear's cav e. After the nine parts are in

place I will give you a magic cordial to drink; it will render your body as solid and substantial as it is now."

"But how can we escape from the island, once we have reached Para Bruin's cave?" asked John.

"The Flamingo people owe me many favors," answered the King. "You do not weigh much, so I will ask one

of the flamingoes to fly with you to some other country. It will take two of the birds to carry Chick; but, if the

"I think your plan is an excellent one," declared John, "and we are both greatly obliged to your Majesty for

So the King brought a great knife, and with the assistance of Chick, who was much interested in the

operation, cut John Dough into nine pieces. These were wrapped into packages and eight beavers were

summoned, who carried eight of the packages through s ecret passages to the forest and then up the

mountainside to the cave of Para Bruin. The ninth package, containing the head of John Dough, the King

undertook to carry himself, and although the Mifket spies of Black Ooboo noticed the nine beavers carryin g

packages up the hillside, they paid little attention to them, never suspecting that in this queer fashion the

And Chick walked boldly along the river bank and up the hill to meet Para Bruin, who hugged the child

joyfully in his rubber arms, and tried to lick the plump cheeks with his pink rubber tongue. The Mifkets were

puzzled by Chick's appearance, and wonder ed where the little one had come from; but they did not offer to

It was not long before the Beaver King reached the bear's cave and laid the ninth package, containing John's

"Be patient and you will see," replied the King, and then unwrapped John's head. When the bear saw it he

"Not so," answered John's head. "The Fairy Beaver has cut me apart, but he has promised to put me together

Then, under the King's direction, Para Bruin and Chick set up John's legs, and placed the sections of his body

upon them, and afterward perched his head upon the body. John expected to tumble down at any moment, for

he was just like a house of blocks th at a child builds, and every one knows how easily that falls apart; but he

kept as still as possible, and at length all the nine parts of him were in their proper places.

Then the King handed a small silver flask to the child, and told Chick to pour the contents into John's

mouthjust between the candy teeth. Chick, by standing on tiptoe, was able to do this, and John drank the

cordial to the last drop. He seemed to fe el it penetrate and spread through all his gingerbread body; and, as it

did so, every one of the cut places became solid again, and presently John took a step forward, looked himself

"That cordial is great stuff," he said to the King. "It's almost as powerful as the Great Elixir itself.

"It is an excellent remedy for cuts," replied the King, "and as you are so crumbly and unsubstantial I will give

you another bottle of it, so that if you ever meet with an accident you may drink the cordial and recover." He

handed John another silver fla sk containing the wonderful liquid, which John accepted with much gratitude.

"Now I must leave you," said the King. "The flamingoes have promised to send her their strongest flyers to

bear you and the Incubator Baby to another land, so I believe you will both live to encounter many further

Chick and John again thanked the kind beaver for all the favors they had received, and then the King and his

people returned to their beautiful palace, and left the gingerbread man and the cheerful Cherub and Para

"Well, I'm glad the dear child was able to rejoin her parents; but this island will be a dreary place without her.

"I'll ask them about it, for I understand their language," promised John; and this so delighted the rubber bear

Before long four great birds were seen approaching through the air, and soon they alighted upon the mountain

"We were sent to carry a gingerbread man and a fairhaired child away from this island," said one of the

"I am the gingerbread man," replied John, speaking as the flamingoes did; "and here is the fairhaired child.

But we also wish you to carry our friend Para Bruin with us. One of you can carry me, and two can carry

Chick. That will leave the fourth to fly with Para Bruin, if you will kindly consent."

"He's large, it is true," replied John; "but he's made of rubber, and is hollow inside; so he really doesn't weight

"Well," said the flamingo, "if that is the case I do not object to carrying him."

John related this conversation to the bear, who was overjoyed at the thought of getting away from the island.

A stout cord had been tied to the feet of each of the flamingoes, and John now proceeded to fasten the loose

end of one of the cords around his own body, tying it in a firm knot, so it would not come undone and let him

drop. The cords hanging from the t wo birds that were to carry the Cherub were tied together in a hard knot,

and thus formed a swing in which the child sat quite comfortably. Para Bruin now tied himself to the fourth

"We don't much care," replied the gingerbread man. "Let us get to some island where there are no Mifkets.

As for Ali Dubh, he will be obliged to stay here with his friend Black Ooboo, and once I am away from these

So the big birds flew into the air, carrying with them the gingerbread man and the fairhaired child and the

rubber bear, and so swift was their flight that in a few moments the island of the Mifkets had vanished from

"Rather nice," answered the gingerbread man. "But this cord is so tight it's wearing a crease in my body."

"What a pity you are not made of rubber, as I am!" said the bear, cheerfully. "Nothing ever injures me in the

"Fine!" answered the Cherub. "This knocks Imar's flyingmachine into a cocked hat."

Then for a time they sailed on in silence, dangling from the ends of their cords, while the strong wings of the

The birds flew close together and made great speed, and in about three hours from the time they started an

island appeared just ahead of them. Whereupon John said to the bird that bore him:

"Let us stop here, so we can examine the island and see how we like it. This cord is cutting into my

"Very well," answered the bird; and when they were over the center of the island the flamingoes gradually

descended and alighted upon the ground. John untied the cord from his waist, and also assisted Chick and

Para Bruin to free themselves. The bear w as not injured at all, but the cord had worn a straight line around

John's body, although not very deep; and in some way the gingerbread man had lost another of his lozenge

The place where they had alighted was covered by grass and surrounded by groves of trees.

But just as he spoke the flamingoes uttered shrill screams and flew quickly into the air, and our friends turned

It had somewhat the likeness of a man, yet was too queer ever to be mistaken for a human being, although it

was certainly alive. Its body was a huge punchingbag, and its head was a football. For legs it had two of

those golfclubs called "putters," a nd one of its arms was a tennisracket and the other a baseball club.

This was curious enough, in all conscience; but the face was more curious yet. For the eyes were golf balls,

and the nose a square of billiardchalk, and its mouth a mere slit in the football where the lacing had come

undone. Taken altogether, this odd creature presented a most surprising appearance, and while John Dough

"Sport is my name, and sport is my nature," answered the creature, winking one eye frightfully, and grinning

"Sport," remarked the rubber bear, gravely, "is something amusing; so I am sure you are misnamed."

"Oh! you're a balloon," returned Sport, kicking at the bear with one of his golfclub feet; "the kid's a

"Yes, you are! Cross bun, too. Hot cross bun. Cool off, old chap, and look pleasant."

"If you're going to be so disagreeable, you'd better leave us. We don't care to associate with people of your

"Ho, ho! ha, ha!" laughed Sport; "don't care to associate, eh? Do you know where you are?"

"Well, this island is inhabited by retired pirates and bandits, who make every one that lands here pay a heavy

"Or else what?" asked John, as Sport stopped short and gave another horrid wink.

"Well," said the bear, "we can't pay a ransom, that's certain; but I'm not afraid of being boiled in oil. I'm

"But I'm not!" cried John, much alarmed. "It would ruin my gingerbread to be boiled in oil, and Chick would

certainly get overheated. I'm afraid it would melt your rubber, too, my dear Para."

"Would it?" asked the bear, with a start. "Then let us get away from this island at once!"

But as they turned to look for the flamingoes, the creature who called himself Sport began pounding his

punchingbag body with his tennisracket arm, and at the sound a crowd of men ran out of groves of trees

These men had heavy beards, hooked noses, and piercing black eyes; and they wore red sashes tied around

their waists; and laced leggings, and blue flannel shirts open at the throats; and in their belts were stuck many

"Whoop! whoooo!" they screeched, yelling like Indians; and their leader, who was uglier looking than

"Avast, there, my hearties! Here's a chance for either a fine ransom or a pot of boiling oil!"

"Well," answered the chief, "you're not worth much, yourself, and the child's too small to count; but a fine

"I will give you a sparkling jewel for him, as a ransom," said John, "provided you will then permit us to

So John borrowed a dagger from the chief and picked out of his body one of the three diamonds which the

inventor had given him in the Isle of Phreex. It glittered most beautifully in the sunlight, and the eyes of the

pirate also glittered with greed. F or he had noticed two other scars on John's gingerbread body, similar to the

one the diamond had been picked out of. Taking the diamond in his dirty hand he said:

"You misunderstood me. I said three," declared the pirate; and turning to his men he shouted: "Didn't I say

"You did! You said three sparklers!" cried the retired pirates and bandits, in a loud chorus. So John, with a

sigh of regret, picked the other two diamonds out of his body and gave them to the chief.

"Now," said the pirate, "I will allow you to go. But where you can go to is a mystery to me, for you are on an

"Stop!" cried another man, as they turned to depart. "You've got to settle with me, now. I'm the bandit chief,

"Then you shall surely boil in oil!" shouted the bandit, scowling fearfully. "Seize them, my men, and away

But just then came a flutter of wings, and the four flamingoes flew down and sailed along just over the heads

of the prisoners. Instantly the bear clutched the end of a cord and was drawn upward by one of the birds. John

Dough grasped the foot of anoth er flamingo with his right hand, and was also raised high above the heads of

the astonished pirates and bandits, while Chick coolly sat within the loop of string dangling from the two

Meantime the robbers shook their fists and yelled at the escaped prisoners in a frenzy of helpless rage.

"Wait a minute!" Para Bruin called to the flamingo which was carrying him; for he observed that just beneath

him was the form of the dreadful person who had called himself Sport. The bird obeyed, remaining poised in

the air; and at once the bear curled himself into a ball, let go the cord, and fell downward toward the ground.

The ball of rubber, rapidly descending, struck the surprised Sport and smashed him flat upon the ground.

Then up into the air bounded the bear again, and caught once more the cord that was attached to the

"Well done!" called the Cherub, while the pirates and bandits were rushing to assist the helpless Sport.

"Oh, I'm a bouncer, all right!" answered the bear, proudly. "But now let us get away from this awful place as

So the flamingoes flew swiftly across the sea with them, and John Dough found that he sailed more easily

while clutching the bird's foot than when the cord had been fastened around his body. Chick also rode with

perfect comfort, but Para Bruin was oblig ed to wrap the cord several times around his fat paw, to prevent it

After a long and steady flight the birds reached another island, larger than the first, and much more beautiful.

The adventurers looked down upon green valleys and vinecovered hills, patches of stately forest and fields

of waving grain. But aside from the scattered farmhouses, they saw no cities or villages until they were over

The island was divided into two halves by a high and strong wall of stone, that ran from ocean to ocean,

passing exactly through the center of the land. In the middle of the island the dividing wall was broken by a

great castle, which looked upon both s ides of the wall, and had many imposing towers and turrets and spires

stretching high into the air. Clustered near to the castle and upon the east side of the wall were many tail and

narrow buildings, some of them rising to a height of three or four stor ies. The windows in these buildings

were tall and narrow, and the doors were tall and narrow, and the chimneys were tall and narrow. It was quite

a city in size, but the houses all looked as if they were set upon stilts, while the streets were also narr ow.

On the west side of the wall, adjoining the castle, was also a city, but of a quite different sort. For the houses

were low, none being of more than one story, and the windows and doors in them were so broad and low that

they were wider than they were h igh. As for the streets, they were remarkably broad. The cities upon both

sides of the wall were pretty and well built, and there were many beautiful parks and pleasure grounds

Our friends had not much time to observe these things closely, for at John's request the flamingoes alighted

"We must leave you now," said one of the birds, "for we are obliged to hurry home again. But I am sure you

Chick and the bear also thanked the kind flamingoes, and then the birds flew into the air and soon

"What a lovely place to bounce!" said Para Bruin, leaning over the edge of the wall nearest to the tall houses

"Nonsense!" replied the bear, scornfully. "The higher the wall the finer the bounce."

With that he made a ball of himself and rolled off the wall. John and Chick leaned over and saw the rubber

bear strike the pavement far below and then bound upward again. When he was on a level with the top of the

walls he reached out his paws, caught the edge of the stones, and drew himself up beside them.

"Yes; but I advise you to be careful," said the gingerbread man. "We know nothing of the people who inhabit

this country, and if you should chance to miss the wall when you bound upwards you would become a

"That's true," agreed the bear. "I'll be more careful until we get better acquainted. What shall we do now?"

"Let's try to find a way into the castle," suggested Chick. "It's the only way to get off this wall, for I can't

"Nor can I," added John. "How strange it is that the island should be divided by this great wall! And how

queer to have everything short on one side and tall on the other! But perhaps the people in the castle can

They walked along the broad wall toward the castle, and presently came to the large entrance gate, one of the

"Of course," decided Chick, promptly. "What's the use of staying outside, when the door's open?"

So they passed through the wicket and entered a lofty arched hall, built of blocks of exquisite marble, that

gave it a grand and majestic appearance. There was a small stairway leading upward and a large stairway

descending to the lower floors of the ca stle; but no one was in sight to greet them, so they decided to go

"This must be the castle of the ruler, or king," replied John, "and perhaps the royal family is at dinner, or the

But at the foot of the stairs they found the hallways and rooms as deserted and empty as could be, and their

The furniture of the castle was magnificent beyond description, and the draperies and pictures upon the walls

were of exceptional beauty. Everything was in perfect order, yet the place seemed wholly deserted.

After inspecting the rooms on this floor of the castle they found another stairway, built of polished white

marble, with elaborately carved marble balustrades. This they also descended, and discovered that the rooms

Occupying the entire central portion of the castle was a great marble hall, having a domed ceiling, and

windows which looked upon the tall city to the east of the wall, as well as upon the low city to the west.

There were also great entrance doors, admi tting people from both sides of the wall; but these doors were

They were not locked, however, and John said to his companions: "We know nothing of the owner of this

castle, nor of the people inhabiting the opposite sides of the great wall. They may prove to be either our

enemies or our friends, so I advise that we be cautious until we know what treatment we may expect from

them. Two of us should remain here while the third boldly enters into the cities to make inquiries."

"But I'm just a regular child, while you're a rubber bear and John Dough's a gingerbread man," said the

Cherub. "They wouldn't think anything of my being here; but if either of you two go there's liable to be

"The Cherub is wise for one so young," observed John. "Therefore we will let the child visit the cities and

report to us. Having found the castle deserted, we will take the liberty of occupying it until our little friend

So they opened one of the great doors, and Chick walked boldly out into the main street of the high and

Pacing before the entrance, as if guarding the doorway from without, was a soldier who stood more than

seven feet in height, but who was so exceedingly thin and slender that it really seemed as if some strange

power had stretched him out lengthwise. But Chick noticed that all the people walking along the streets of

this city were just as tall and slight as the soldier, and quickly understood why the doors and windows of their

The soldier seemed surprised when the Cherub emerged from the deserted castle, but he took off his tall hat

"This, beauteous stranger, is the great country of Hiland," answered the soldier, respectfully. "And this is the

great city of Hie which you see before you; and the great people you observe are called Hilanders; and I do

not suppose there is so great an d wonderful a country, or city, or people anywhere else in all the world."

"We call it the castle of Hilo," said the man. "It was the dwelling of the former King of Hilo, who ruled over

our great nation as well as over the miserable creatures residing on the other side of the wall."

"To be sure the castle is vacant at present, for our King is long since dead," the soldier replied. "But we are

patiently awaiting the arrival of his successor. There is a prophecy that our next ruler will be a King who is

wise and just, but not made o f flesh and blood, and although this seems an impossible thing, our people hope

"Because the island is divided into two sections, and one king must rule both sides of the wall," replied the

man. "Of course we would not allow one of the insignificant Loes to rule us, nor will they consent to allow

one of our noble Hies to rule them. Therefore we must get along without a king until the arrival of the wise

"I have never seen them, my dear, for the great wall divides them from our superior nation," said the soldier;

"but they are said to be short and squat, and very disagreeable. They live on the other side of the island."

"Thank you for the information," said Chick, and then turned and reentered the castle.

The child carefully related the conversation with the Hie soldier, and then said:

"Now, I'll go into the other city, and find out what the people on that side of the wall have to say."

So John and Para opened the door at the opposite side of the arched hall, and the Cherub passed out and came

upon another soldier, who seemed to be standing guard at the castle entrance. This one was dressed in a red

uniform, with silver buttons, and wa s the shortest and fattest person Chick had ever beheld. But his broad

face was smiling and goodnatured in expression, and he tipped his low, flat hat gracefully to the pretty

"This, most lovely one, is the superb and grand country of Loland," replied the man; "and this splendid city

"It is the Castle of Lohi, inhabited by our Kingwhen we have onewho also rules the poor barbarians

"Whenever one comes who is wise and just, and is not made of flesh and blood," replied the man. "We have a

legend that such a king shall rule us, but for my part I do not believe there is a person of that description in all

"Yet there may be," suggested Chick, who had been thinking that the description just fitted John Dough.

"Oh, of course there may be," agreed the man, cordially; "and if there is, and he comes to our island, every

Looking along the streets of the city of Lo, Chick saw that all the people were as short and fat as this soldier,

and that they waddled like ducks when they walked. But they seemed as busy as bees in a hive, and appeared

to be happy and contented; so th e child could not decide which was the finest countrythat of the short

people or that of the tall ones. Both cities seemed prosperous, and on both sides of the wall the island was

It may appear strange to the reader that neither of the soldiers Chick had spoken with made any attempt to

question the child. But afterward our friends found that one of the established laws of the island forbade any

of the people to ask questions eith er of strangers or of those inhabiting the country on the opposite side of the

wall. However, they were not forbidden to answer any questions properly addressed to them, and by nature

Chick decided this queer law was to blame for the misunderstanding between the two nations, for, as neither

country knew anything at all about the other one, a feeling of mutual contempt and indifference had arisen

After the conversation with the soldier, Chick went back to the hall of the castle and told John Dough and

"They all expect a wise and just ruler, who is not made of flesh and blood," reported the little one; "so I guess

"I'm surprised," said Para Bruin, "that they do not prefer a king who is made of pure rubber and can bounce.

"You shall be my Chief Counselor," replied John; "only I reserve the right to act as I please in case I do not

"That is entirely fair and reasonable," declared Para Bruin, "and I thank you for the honor you have conferred

"It's the one that rules the ruler," said the smiling Cherub. "So just behave yourselvesyou and your Chief

Thereupon the child led John Dough to the King's attiringroom, and hunted in the closets until a fine ermine

robe and a crown and scepter were discovered. The crown was a little tarnished from lack of use, but the

jewels in it still sparkled brightly; so the bear set it upon John's gingerbread head and put the scepter in his

right hand. Chick folded the ermine robe around him in such a way that his missing left hand was not noticed,

and then they led the gingerbread man to the great hall and placed hi m in the royal throne.

He might have looked more dignified had not his nose been badly chipped and his left glass eye so loose in

its socket that it rolled every way but the right way; however, the robe concealed the fact that his shirtfront

was soiled and cracked, and that s everal lozengebuttons had broken off during his recent adventures. But

kingly robes and a kingly crown cover many defects, and when Para Bruin and the Cherub stood back and

took a critical look at their friend they felt quite proud of his regal appearan ce.

When all had been made ready and John was seated in the throne, Chick went to the west door of the castle

hall and threw it open, and at the same time Para Bruin opened wide the east door. Then, together, they cried

"The King has come! Enter his castle, all ye Hilanders and Lolanders, and greet the new ruler in a fitting

So the tall and slender people trooped in at one door and the short and fat people trooped in at the other; and

all gazed with awe and reverence at the strange form of the gingerbread king, who was surely not flesh and

There was no disputing the fulfillment of the prophecy; so all bowed humbly before John, whom Chick

introduced to his subjects in a shrill, childish voice as "King Dough the First, ruler of the Twin Kingdoms of

Afterward there was feasting and rejoicing in both cities, and John made a royal procession on both sides of

The gingerbread man proved a very successful ruler; and as neither he nor Para Bruin ate anything and Chick

returned to a diet of oatmeal and cream, the King's expenses were very light, and he was not obliged to tax

One of the first laws he made was that no one in the two nations should eat gingerbread that was more than

three days old, under pain of death; this prevented his ever being in danger when he traveled in either land.

Another thing he did was to engage a fat little woman of Loland to make and bake him a new gingerbread

hand, having five excellent fingers at the end of it. Also she made gingerbread patches to fit his broken ear

and his crumbled nose and his damaged he el, as well as some lovely new coattails, and when the hand and

all these patches were placed where they belonged, john drank the cordial contained in the silver flask that the

Beaver Fairy had given him, and at once the new gingerbread became a part of h is body, and he was as

The woman also repaired his frosting and fastened some new lozengebuttons to his waistcoat, after which

John presented so neat and respectable an appearance that all his people were very proud of him.

Para Bruin also became a great favorite in the two cities, and the tall and short folks loved to watch him stand

upon the high wall that divided the two nations, from which he would leap to the ground and immediately

bound back again to his station on th e wall. He was always goodnatured and cheerful, quite winning the

hearts of the Hilanders by poking fun at the Lolanders, and afterward delighting the Lolanders by jeering at

So Para Bruin's life was a happy one, and for countless years he remained the close friend and companion of

The Records of the Kingdom say very little of Chick's later history, merely mentioning the fact that the

King's most valuable assistant was the Head Booleywag, who grew up to be the especial favorite of all the

inhabitants of the island. But, curiously enough, the Records fail to state whether the Head Booleywag was a