"I'd like to meet that Wizard of Oz," remarked Cayke as they walked
along a path. "If he could give a Scarecrow brains, he might be able
to find my dishpan."

"Poof!" grunted the Frogman scornfully. "I am greater than any
wizard. Depend on ME. If your dishpan is anywhere in the world, I am
sure to find it."

"If you do not, my heart will be broken," declared the Cookie Cook in
a sorrowful voice.

For a while the Frogman walked on in silence. Then he asked, "Why do
you attach so much importance to a dishpan?"

"It is the greatest treasure I possess," replied the woman. "It
belonged to my mother and to all my grandmothers since the beginning
of time. It is, I believe, the very oldest thing in all the Yip
Country--or was while it was there--and," she added, dropping her
voice to an awed whisper, "it has magic powers!"

"In what way?" inquired the Frogman, seeming to be surprised at this
statement.

"Whoever has owned that dishpan has been a good cook, for one thing.
No one else is able to make such good cookies as I have cooked, as you
and all the Yips know. Yet the very morning after my dishpan was
stolen, I tried to make a batch of cookies and they burned up in the
oven! I made another batch that proved too tough to eat, and I was so
ashamed of them that I buried them in the ground. Even the third