But this time he found it without loss of time; and scrambling upon it,
he adjusted his hands and shouted loudly,

"Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
We'll have to follow everywhere,
If Sara's laughter we would snare.
I will go and lead the van,
You may follow if you can.
Sara's would be an awful plight
To go home laughterless tonight."



Then he sprang from the stump and went rushing straight down the
little dim path, shouting back over his shoulder, "Come along, all of
you! Sara, ask the Plynck to come, too!"

Down the path they went tumbling--the Snimmy, his wife, a crowd of
Gunki, and all the dolls. Sara and the faithful little Teacup stayed
behind to see if the Plynck would come, and the Snoodle was still
asleep.

"Will you come with us, dear Madame Plynck?" asked Sara, softly,
looking up into the tree; and "Do you think you could stand it?"
fluttered the Teacup solicitously.

"It's against my rules to leave the Garden," said the Plynck, and