brainless as it is, is just a doll. And dolls are immortal."

"It's a Baby doll," said Sara, wishing to offer consolation, but
really not knowing what to say.

"Humph," said the Brown Teddy-Bear disgustedly. "Babies are as
universal as dolls."

Sara was still trying to think of something pleasant to say to him,
when she noticed that the Plynck, having finished her luncheon, had
flown up to a bough of the tree just over the spring; and suddenly she
heard her speak.

"Well!" she said in astonishment. "Where did you come from?"

And looking down, Sara saw the Echo of the Plynck in the water. She
looked quite imperturbable again, and quite cerulean. "Oh, I have ways
of doing things," she answered, preening her feathers. And the Plynck
was so mystified that she did not say another word.

Really, she didn't have time, for Schlorge strolled back into their
midst at that moment, carrying a butterfly net he had just finished.
The stick was made of the willow wand Sara had seen him cut; and the
bag was made of two thicknesses of spider's web. "Now I'll get him,"
said Schlorge grimly. "Pack up now, and let's start out again."

So all together they started out, climbing hills, and jumping across
tumbling streams, and scrambling over rocks. It was quite hard for the
stretcher-bearers, but they bore up manfully; and the Kewpie never
lost his arch, heroic smile.