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.
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