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So he looked and he looked and he looked, but no comb could he find. Just then along came Gliding Brown Snake. "Oh, do help me, Gliding Brown Snake!" 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." "Sssssssss!
"Oh, my comb, my golden comb! Some harm will surely come to me if I do not find it!" And, throwing herself upon the ground, Lesa sobbed as if her heart would break. For a long time this forlorn little girl lay with her face buried in the moss and leaves. Suddenly she heard a strange noise behind her.
You ugly thing! Out of my sight!" cried Lesa. "I have trouble enough without you! I have lost my comb, my golden comb! No one can find it! Oh, what shall I do?" "I'll go seek it," croaked Wrinkled Brown Toad. "I will find your golden comb, have no fear." "You find my comb!" cried Lesa.
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."
"I will find your golden comb, have no fear." So she looked and she looked and she looked, but no comb could she find. Just then along came Fleet-footed Field Mouse. "Oh, do help me, Fleet-footed Field Mouse!" sobbed Lesa. "I have lost my comb, my golden comb. What shall I do?
Charlotte Arnold and all belonging to the heirs of Rice Arnold and also Sally, Alfred, Mary, Lucy, Hulda, Catharine, and Maud, children of Ester Graves aforesaid, slaves of Bengamine Graves; also two children of Mary Allan, a slave belonging to Patsey Allan names Lesa and Carolina, the sixteen children to receive an equal share of the money arising from the sale of his estate."
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." "Buzz, buzz, buzz! I'll go seek it," hummed Busy Bee.
I'm sorry I called you stupid and ugly and hobbling! You have bright eyes. I did not notice them before. Yes, they are really beautiful, all golden like my comb." And Lesa bent and stroked Wrinkled Brown Toad on his ugly head; and, ever after that, they were friends. Once upon a time a little boy named Billy Bobtail went to seek his fortune; and on the road he met a bull.
She sprang to her feet and, turning, saw coming toward her with great flying leaps whom do you suppose? Yes, it was Wrinkled Brown Toad again. And what do you suppose he held in his ugly jaws? Yes, it was Lesa's golden comb. "Oh, there it is! There it is! Oh, I'm so glad, so glad!" cried Lesa. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Where did you find it? I'm sorry I was cross!
That night she cried herself to sleep in mother's arms, but the pretty red sash was never worn by Alice, except sometimes in her dreams. 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.
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