orting them to the
palace of their king. For you must know, O Hadji, that the City
Sometime, too, is a Royal City, the home of Lookingahead, who rules over
the Land of Yettocome. And King Lookingahead received his noble visitors
with gladness and had great pleasure, he said, in presenting them to his
two daughters, the princesses of Yettocome, Fancy and Imagination, who
were fairer than any women the princes of Daybyday had ever seen, even
in the loveliest of their dreams.

For a long happy, happy time Really-Is and Seemsto-Be remained in the
City Sometime. Every day, and every day, with the royal princesses Fancy
and Imagination for their guides, they rode or drove through the wide
streets and broad avenues, walked in the beautiful gardens, explored the
shadowy groves or visited the many palaces. And in this way it was that
the charming princesses showed to their noble guests all the wonders of
the Royal City of the Realm of Yettocome, pointing out for them every
day new beauties, finding for them always new pleasures, leading them
ever to fresh scenes of enchanting loveliness. And in turn the princes
told their fair guides many things of their own city, Daybyday, in the
Land of Allthetime; of the people with their many temples and their many
gods; of their father What-Soever-Youthink and his wise reign. But most
of all did they tell of the wonderful Crown, so very old, so very
valuable, and how it was a Magic Crown, though no one then knew its
magic, but knew only that its magic was.

Thus Really-Is and Seemsto-Be learned that the dwellers in Sometime were
unlike the people of Daybyday in many ways, but in no way more than
this, that they worshiped one god only, only one. The temple sacred to
this god stood in the very heart of the city, which is the very heart of
the land, and it was this temple, blazing like a ruby flame high above
the shining city walls, the princes had seen from the tower of their
palace home.

Often, very often did the four young people visit this shrine in
Sometime with rich offerings to the god, Itmightbe.

But there came a time at last when, returning from a long ramble through
the city, Really-Is and Seemsto-Be were met at the palace door by a
royal messenger from home with the word that King What-Soever-Youthink
was dead, and that the princes must hasten back to Daybyday, where
Really-Is would be crowned with the Magic Crown and become the Ruler of
Allthetime.

All was hurry and confus