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           Helovedtobarkatthebubblesastheysailedaway,buthedidn’tcaretorideinone.

           SantaClausdecidedtogonext.HethankedOzmaforherhospitalityandwishedhermanyhappyreturnsoftheday.ThentheWizardblewabubblearoundhischubbylittlebodyandsmallerbubblesaroundeachofhisRylsandKnooks.

           Asthekindandgenerousfriendofchildrenmountedintotheairthepeopleallcheeredatthetopoftheirvoices,fortheylovedSantaClausdearly;andthelittlemanheardthemthroughthewallsofhisbubbleandwavedhishandsinreturnashesmileddownuponthem.Thebandplayedbravelywhileeveryonewatchedthebubbleuntilitwascompletelyoutofsight.

           "How’boutyou,Polly?"Dorothyaskedherfriend."Areyou’fraidofbubbles,too?"

           "No,"answeredPolychrome,smiling;"butSantaClauspromisedtospeaktomyfatherashepassedthroughthesky.SoperhapsIshallgethomeaneasierway."

           Indeed,thelittlemaidhadscarcelymadethisspeechwhenasuddenradiancefilledtheair,andwhilethepeoplelookedoninwondertheendofagorgeousrainbowslowlysettleddownupontheplatform.

           Withagladcry,theRainbow’sDaughtersprangfromherseatanddancedalongthecurveofthebow,mountinggraduallyupward,whilethefoldsofhergauzygownwhirledandfloatedaroundherlikeacloudandblendedwiththecolorsoftherainbowitself.

           "Good-byeOzma!Good-byeDorothy!"criedavoicetheyknewbelongedtoPolychrome;butnowthelittlemaiden’sformhadmeltedwhollyintotherainbow,andtheireyescouldnolongerseeher.