ome people give it to me, but they are not my most intimate friends.
You may give me any name you please; but I am your godmother. I have few
godchildren; those I have love me dearly, and find me the greatest
blessing in all the world."

"I can well believe it," cried the little lame Prince.

"Bring the cloak out of the rubbish cupboard, and shake the dust off it,
quick!" said she to Prince Dolor. "Spread it out on the floor, and wait
till the split closes and the edges turn up. Then open the skylight, set
yourself on the cloak, and say, 'Abracadabra, dum dum dum,' and--see
what will happen!"

The Prince burst into a fit of laughing. It all seemed so exceedingly
silly, and his godmother laughed too.

"Believe me or not, it doesn't matter," said she. "Here is the cloak;
when you want to go travelling on it, say, Abracadabra dum dum dum; when
you want to come back again, say, Abracadabra tum tum ti. That's all,
good-bye."

A puff of pleasant air and his godmother was gone.

"How rosy your Royal Highness's cheeks are! You seem to have grown
better," said the nurse entering the room.

"I have," replied the Prince--he felt kindly, even to his grim nurse.
"Let me have my dinner, and you go to your sewing."

The instant she was gone, Prince Dolor sprang from his sofa, and with
one or two of his frog-like jumps, he reached the cupboard where he kept
his toys, and looked everywhere for his traveling-cloak.

Alas! It was not there.

While he was ill, his nurse, had made a grand clearance of all his
"rubbish," all the treasures of his baby days, which he could not bear
to part with. Though he seldom played with them now, he liked just to
feel they were there.

They were all gone! and with them the traveling cloak. He sat down on
the floor, looking at the empty shelves, then burst out sobbing as if
his heart would break.

"And it is all my own fault," he cried. "I ought to have taken better
care of my godmother's gift. Oh, godmother, forgive me! I'll never be so
careless again. I'll never be so careless again. I don't know what the
cloak is exactly, but I am sure it is something precious. Help me to
find it again. Oh, don't let it be stolen from me--don't please."

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed a silvery voice. "Why, that traveling-cloak is the
one thing in the world which nobody can steal. It is of no use to
anybody except the owner. Open your eyes, and see what you can see."

His dear old godmother, he thought, and turne