fresh--it kissed him like his godmother's kisses; and by and by a few
stars came out--first two or three, and then quantities--quantities! so
that when he began to count them he was utterly bewildered.

By this time, however, the cool breeze had become cold; the mist
gathered; and as he had, as he said, no outdoor clothes, poor Prince
Dolor was not very comfortable. The dews fell damp on his curls--he
began to shiver.

"Perhaps I had better go home," thought he.

But how? For in his excitement the other words which his godmother
had told him to use had slipped his memory. They were only a little
different from the first, but in that slight difference all the
importance lay. As he repeated his "Abracadabra," trying ever so
many other syllables after it, the cloak only went faster and faster,
skimming on through the dusky, empty air.

The poor little Prince began to feel frightened. What if his wonderful
traveling-cloak should keep on thus traveling, perhaps to the world's
end, carrying with it a poor, tired, hungry boy, who, after all, was
beginning to think there was something very pleasant in supper and bed!

"Dear godmother," he cried pitifully, "do help me! Tell me just this
once and I'll never forget again."

Instantly the words came rushing into his head--"Abracadabra, tum
tum ti!" Was that it? Ah! yes--for the cloak began to turn slowly. He
repeated the charm again, more distinctly and firmly, when it gave a
gentle dip, like a nod of satisfaction, and immediately started back, as