Nor was it surprising thatshe should sit and stare
Nor was it surprising thatshe should sit and stare
Nor was it surprising thatshe should sit and stare
There, too, sat Frances, bolt upright, blinking and gazing about her in a bewildered manner; and there too, lay Periwinkle, flat on his side, his beady black eyes wide open and his red worsted smile fixed and immovable—a yellow plush puppy once more.
Again the bell sounded. Margaret looked hastily behind her, and there was old Daphne, the milk-cow, quietly feeding, the bell about her neck going "Clink-clank," at every motion.
At the same moment, from far across the ocean came a melancholy "Hoo-oo! Hoo-oo!"
"Hark, Frances! Hark!" cried Margaret. "Did you hear it? There's the poor old dragon bellowing. Somebody else must have arrived. Oh, what an adventure we've had! Come along! Let's run home and tell Daddy! Won't he be glad to hear that thereisa King Coco Bolo and a Great American Snap-Dragon and an Archbishop and a Floating Island and everything!"
"Won't he!" said Frances, as they set off homeward hand in hand.
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Obvious typographical and punctuation errors have been corrected.
Hyphenation has been used inconsistently. The text here matches the original.
Blank pages adjacent to illustrations and their page numbers have been removed.