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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Now we will never be able to get away," sighed Sweetclover. "Won't we though," said Kernel Cob, "leave it to me," for he was very brave of heart and nothing daunted him, because he was a soldier, you see, and was brave by nature. And the Showman took them into the theatre, and the performance began. When the play was over, quick as a flash, Kernel Cob cut the strings from Sweetclover and himself.
And you will see what wonderful dolls they were, and what wonderful things they did, and how they helped Jackie and Peggs to find ... but never mind. You will see. And one day, when Jackie and Peggs were playing in the garden with Kernel Cob and Sweetclover, the sun was very hot, so Peggs ran and got a parasol and put it over the dolls so they wouldn't wilt.
And down they went, Kernel Cob hanging to the silver thread and Sweetclover snuggled close against his jacket. Kernel Cob and Sweetclover went down and down and down through the sky from the Moon. And after they had gone down and down and down a long time Sweetclover suddenly cried: "What's that?" and pointed below. "It's like a great ball turning round and round."
"Once when I was here before, I saw some magicians who did wonderful tricks. They are called Hindus. A Hindu is an Indian." "Oh, I know," said Kernel Cob, "he's got red skin and wears feathers in his hair." "No!" said Jackie Tar. "That's an American Indian; but these Hindus are born in India where we are now." "Tell us about the tricks," said Sweetclover.
"Four are all we need," said Jackie Tar, "one for each of us." So the pigeons crowded about and begged and begged to be taken, and Kernel Cob and Sweetclover and the Villain and Jackie Tar chose the biggest and strongest, and the ones that they liked the color of the best.
So they got upon the pigeons' backs, just as a little boy or girl gets on a pony, and one of the pigeons, the one that Sweetclover was on, said to the others: "Let's make a race of it for the first mile." "Good!" squeaked the others, and off they flew at their top speed.
With a great leap, he started forward, his eyes bulging from his head, and, with a stream of foam flung out from his mouth, he turned and raced through the water at a terrific rate, Kernel Cob and Sweetclover clinging to him with all their strength. "He's a runaway," shouted Kernel Cob and, sure enough, the horse was mad and nothing could stop him.
This he soon did and she opened her eyes and looked about in wonder. "Where are we?" she asked. "On the old turtle's back," laughed Kernel Cob. "But we shall never get anywhere now, for we have no sail," said Sweetclover. And she began to cry. "Crying never did anybody any good," said Kernel Cob, "I wish you would stop." "I can't help it," said Sweetclover, "I'm miserable."
"I might have known it was Friday," said Jackie Tar, for sailors are very superstitious. "Never mind," said the Villain, "we'll get away another day." "Oh, let us hope so," said Sweetclover, "for I don't want to be ripped apart by that bad Japanese."
At this Sweetclover, the Villain and the Condor laughed, but Kernel Cob didn't know what they were laughing at, which was a very good thing for him. All that day they flew, and were very happy indeed in the warm sunshine skimming through the clouds.
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