Bytheedgeoftherivertheystoppedandsaidfarewell. Thistookalongtime,becauseallthosethousandsofmonkeyswantedtoshakeJohnDolittlebythehand. Afterwards,whentheDoctorandhispetsweregoingonalone,Polynesiasaid, "WemusttreadsoftlyandtalklowaswegothroughthelandoftheJolliginki. IftheKingshouldhearus,hewillsendhissoldierstocatchusagain;forIamsureheisstillveryangryoverthetrickIplayedonhim." "WhatIamwondering,"saidtheDoctor,"iswherewearegoingtogetanotherboattogohomein....Ohwell,perhapswe'llfindonelyingaboutonthebeachthatnobodyisusing. 'Neverliftyourfoottillyoucometothestile.'" Oneday,whiletheywerepassingthroughaverythickpartoftheforest,Chee–Cheewentaheadofthemtolookforcocoanuts. Andwhilehewasaway,theDoctorandtherestoftheanimals,whodidnotknowthejungle–pathssowell,gotlostinthedeepwoods. Theywanderedaroundandaroundbutcouldnotfindtheirwaydowntotheseashore. Chee–Chee,whenhecouldnotseethemanywhere,wasterriblyupset. HeclimbedhightreesandlookedoutfromthetopbranchestotryandseetheDoctor'shighhat;hewavedandshouted;hecalledtoalltheanimalsbyname.Butitwasnouse. Theyseemedtohavedisappearedaltogether. Indeedtheyhadlosttheirwayverybadly. Theyhadstrayedalongwayoffthepath,andthejunglewassothickwithbushesandcreepersandvinesthatsometimestheycouldhardlymoveatall,andtheDoctorhadtotakeouthispocket–knifeandcuthiswayalong. Theystumbledintowet,boggyplaces;theygotalltangledupinthickconvolvulus–runners;theyscratchedthemselvesonthorns,andtwicetheynearlylostthemedicine–bagintheunder–brush. Thereseemednoendtotheirtroubles;andnowherecouldtheycomeuponapath. Atlast,afterblunderingaboutlikethisformanydays,gettingtheirclothestornandtheirfacescoveredwithmud,theywalkedrightintotheKing'sback–gardenbymistake. TheKing'smencamerunningupatonceandcaughtthem. ButPolynesiaflewintoatreeinthegarden,withoutanybodyseeingher,andhidherself.TheDoctorandtherestweretakenbeforetheKing. "Ha,ha!"criedtheKing."Soyouarecaughtagain!Thistimeyoushallnotescape. Takethemallbacktoprisonandputdoublelocksonthedoor. ThisWhiteManshallscrubmykitchen–floorfortherestofhislife!" SotheDoctorandhispetswereledbacktoprisonandlockedup.AndtheDoctorwastoldthatinthemorninghemustbeginscrubbingthekitchen–floor. "Thisisagreatnuisance,"saidtheDoctor."IreallymustgetbacktoPuddleby.ThatpoorsailorwillthinkI'vestolenhisshipifIdon'tgethomesoon....Iwonderifthosehingesareloose." Butthedoorwasverystrongandfirmlylocked.Thereseemednochanceofgettingout.ThenGub–Gubbegantocryagain. AllthistimePolynesiawasstillsittinginthetreeinthepalace–garden.Shewassayingnothingandblinkinghereyes. ThiswasalwaysaverybadsignwithPolynesia. Whenevershesaidnothingandblinkedhereyes,itmeantthatsomebodyhadbeenmakingtrouble,andshewasthinkingoutsomewaytoputthingsright. PeoplewhomadetroubleforPolynesiaorherfriendswerenearlyalwayssorryforitafterwards. PresentlyshespiedChee–CheeswingingthroughthetreesstilllookingfortheDoctor.WhenChee–Cheesawher,hecameintohertreeandaskedherwhathadbecomeofhim. "TheDoctorandalltheanimalshavebeencaughtbytheKing'smenandlockedupagain,"whisperedPolynesia."Welostourwayinthejungleandblunderedintothepalace–gardenbymistake." "Butcouldn'tyouguidethem?"askedChee–Chee;andhebegantoscoldtheparrotforlettingthemgetlostwhilehewasawaylookingforthecocoanuts. "Itwasallthatstupidpig'sfault,"saidPolynesia. "Hewouldkeeprunningoffthepathhuntingforginger–roots. AndIwaskeptsobusycatchinghimandbringinghimback,thatIturnedtotheleft,insteadoftheright,whenwereachedtheswamp.—Sh!—Look! There'sPrinceBumpocomingintothegarden!Hemustnotseeus.—Don'tmove,whateveryoudo!" Andthere,sureenough,wasPrinceBumpo,theKing'sson,openingthegarden–gate. Hecarriedabookoffairy–talesunderhisarm. Hecamestrollingdownthegravel–walk,hummingasadsong,tillhereachedastoneseatrightunderthetreewheretheparrotandthemonkeywerehiding. Thenhelaydownontheseatandbeganreadingthefairy–storiestohimself. Chee–CheeandPolynesiawatchedhim,keepingveryquietandstill. AfterawhiletheKing'ssonlaidthebookdownandsighedawearysigh. "IfIwereonlyaWHITEprince!"saidhe,withadreamy,far–awaylookinhiseyes. Thentheparrot,talkinginasmall,highvoicelikealittlegirl,saidaloud, "Bumpo,someonemightturntheeintoawhiteprinceperchance." TheKing'ssonstartedupofftheseatandlookedallaround. "WhatisthisIhear?"hecried."Methoughtthesweetmusicofafairy'ssilvervoicerangfromyonderbower!Strange!" "WorthyPrince,"saidPolynesia,keepingverystillsoBumpocouldn'tseeher,"thousayestwingedwordsoftruth. For'tisI,Tripsitinka,theQueenoftheFairies,thatspeaktothee.Iamhidinginarose–bud." "Ohtellme,Fairy–Queen,"criedBumpo,claspinghishandsinjoy,"whoisitcanturnmewhite?" "Inthyfather'sprison,"saidtheparrot,"thereliesafamouswizard,JohnDolittlebyname. Manythingsheknowsofmedicineandmagic,andmightydeedshasheperformed. Yetthykinglyfatherleaveshimlanguishinglongandlingeringhours. Gotohim,braveBumpo,secretly,whenthesunhasset;andbehold,thoushaltbemadethewhitestprincethateverwonfairlady!Ihavesaidenough.ImustnowgobacktoFairyland.Farewell!" "Farewell!"criedthePrince."Athousandthanks,goodTripsitinka!" Andhesatdownontheseatagainwithasmileuponhisface,waitingforthesuntoset. 
