n they saw, dancing gaily upon the
arch, a score of beautiful maidens, dressed in fleecy robes of rainbow
tints which fluttered around them like clouds.

"The Daughters of the Rainbow!" whispered Tourmaline in an awed voice,
and the Witch beside her nodded and said, "Fairies of the sky. What did
I tell you, Tourmaline?"

Just then one of the maidens tripped lightly down the span of the arch
until near the very end, leaning over to observe the group below. She
was exquisitely fair, dainty as a lily and graceful as a bough swaying
in the breeze. "Why, it's Polychrome!" exclaimed Button-Bright in a
voice of mingled wonder and delight. "Hello, Polly! Don't you remember
me?"

"Of course I remember Button-Bright," replied the maiden in a sweet,
tinkling voice. "The last time I saw you was in the Land of Oz."

"Oh!" cried Trot, turning to stare at the boy with big, wide-open eyes.
"Were you ever in the Land of Oz?"

"Yes," he answered, still looking at the Rainbow's Daughter, and then
he said appealingly, "These people want to kill us, Polly. Can't you
help us?"

"Polly wants a cracker!
Polly wants a cracker!"

screeched the parrot.

Polychrome straightened up and glanced at her sisters. "Tell Father to
call for me in an hour or two," said she. "There is work for me to do
here, for one of my old friends is in trouble."

With this she sprang lightly from the rainbow and stood beside
Button-Bright and Trot, and scarcely had she left the splendid arch
when it lifted and rose into the sky. The other end had been hidden in
the clouds, and now the Rainbow began to fade gradually, like mist, and
the sun broke through the clouds and shot its cheering rays over the
Pink Country until presently the Rainbow had vanished altogether and
the only reminder of it was the lovely Polychrome standing among the
wondering band of Pinkies. "Tell me," she said gently to the boy, "why
are you here, and why do these people of the sky wish to destroy you?"

In a few hurried words Button-Bright related their adventures with the
Magic Umbrella and how the Boolooroo had stolen it and they had been
obliged to escape into the Pink Country. Polychrome listened and then
turned to the Queen. "Why have you decreed death to these innocent
strangers?" she asked.

"They do not harmonize with our color scheme," replied Tourmaline.

"That is utter nonsense," declared Polychrome impatiently. "You're so
dreadfully pink here that your color, which i