was never worn by Alice, except sometimes in her dreams.




THE LOST COMB.

One day while Lesa was picking flowers in the wood the beautiful golden
comb that she always wore fell out of her hair and was lost. She
searched and she searched, but she could not find it. At last she
began to cry, and she cried and she cried.

Just then along came Rollicking Robin.

"Oh, do help me, Rollicking Robin!" sobbed Lesa. "I have lost my comb,
my golden comb. What shall I do? My mother will fret, my father will
scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely come to me
if I do not find it."

"Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up! I'll go seek it." sang Rollicking
Robin, "I will find your golden comb, have no fear."

So he looked and he looked and he looked, but no comb could he find.

Just then along came Busy Bee.

"Oh, do help me, Busy Bee!" sobbed Lesa. "I have lost my comb, my
golden comb. What shall I do? My mother will fret, my father will
scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely come to me
if I do not find it."