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terrible thunder shower came up in the night, blew away their tents and drenched them through and through. So, at the end of five days, it was a forlorn little company that stood at the gates of the city. Miss Amanda with her arm in a sling, and the paint gone from her cheeks, the Captain and all the wooden soldiers streaked with dust and mud, Dinah in a sorry state of limpness, and the pink rabbit and the knitted gentleman were too washed out and shabby for words. "At last!" whispered Miss Amanda wearily, stepping in between the bars of the gate. At that minute they all gave a start. No wonder! For leaning back upon the cushions of a carriage that just turned into the street was Princess Poppsy herself. How the poor toys ran to keep the carriage in sight. It drew up before the door of a fine mansion, and the Princess (there was a young man with her I am sorry to say) and her companion hurried in, but before the door swung shut, the pink rabbit, who could run faster than the others, had slipped in, too.
