At once the girl ran up to the radiant Daughter of the Rainbow and exclaimed: "Oh, what a lovely, lovely creature!" Polychrome raised her golden head.

There were tears in her blue eyes.
"I'm the most miserable girl in the whole world!" she sobbed.
The others gathered around her.
"Tell us your troubles, pretty one," urged the Princess.
"I--I've lost my bow!" wailed Polychrome.
"Take me, my dear," said Shaggy Man in a sympathetic tone, thinking she meant "beau" instead of "bow." "I don't want you!" cried Polychrome, stamping her foot imperiously; "I want my Rainbow." "Oh; that's different," said Shaggy.

"But try to forget it.

When I was young I used to cry for the Rainbow myself, but I couldn't have it.
Looks as if you couldn't have it, either; so please don't cry." Polychrome looked at him reproachfully.
"I don't like you," she said.
"No ?" replied Shaggy, drawing the Love Magnet from his pocket; "not a little bit ?--just a wee speck of a like ?" "Yes, yes!" said Polychrome, clasping her hands in ecstasy as she gazed at the enchanted talisman; "I love you, Shaggy Man!" "Of course you do," said he calmly; "but I don't take any credit for it.

It's the Love Magnet's powerful charm.