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Updated: June 4, 2025
"I wish I could help you," said Napoleon, "but I am a watch dog and a watch dog may never shirk his duty. I never leave these grounds, for I love my master." "You have been very kind," said Sweetclover, "and I'm sure we are grateful to you." "I'll tell you what I can do," said Napoleon, whose forehead wrinkled as he thought, "I can introduce you to a great bird that lives in a field back of me.
Kernel Cob climbed upon a chair, lifted Sweetclover in his arms and was soon outside, following quickly on the heels of the nimble Cricket who led them down to the waterside, where they found an old wooden shoe.
Now, all of this was heard by Kernel Cob and Sweetclover, for all flowers and vegetables understand the language of people, but people do not understand the language of flowers and vegetables; and when Kernel Cob and Sweetclover talked, Jackie and Peggs couldn't hear them because flowers whisper very softly, and even if the children could hear them they couldn't understand them, you see, because it's a different kind of language and they never had heard it.
There was no time to stand there, for nothing could be done and sadly Kernel Cob lifted Sweetclover and carried her below. Let us not dwell upon the sadness of our poor little friends, but let us feel sure that no matter how long they live and no matter where they go, they will always remember this good, true, unselfish friend who was willing to lose his own life to save another's.
"I wonder where we are," said Sweetclover, "and who these people can be?" "They're very funny," laughed Kernel Cob, "I never saw shoes like those before. They look like boats." "They're made of wood," said Sweetclover. And just then a little Dutch girl for you have guessed that they were in Holland came over and picked them up and carried them off into her house.
"Hello, Mister Cricket," shouted Kernel Cob peering over the side of the chair. And the Cricket hopped over to where Kernel Cob was lying. "Who are you?" he chirped. "I'm Kernel Cob. And Sweetclover and I are looking for Jackie and Peggs' motheranfather," said Kernel Cob, "Have you seen them?" "Never heard of them," chirped the Cricket. "What's their names?"
"I wonder where we are and if we shall ever be on land again," sighed poor little Sweetclover. "Of course we will," answered Kernel Cob although he, too, was doubtful, but being a soldier he had to keep his courage up and to cheer Sweetclover. So he pretended that they were perfectly safe. And on they sailed and you couldn't see anything but water for miles and miles, no matter where you looked.
They were far out beyond the City, and, if they had not been worried about Kernel Cob, they would have enjoyed the lovely fields of flowers and sunshine, but Sweetclover was quite sure that the wicked Showman had captured Kernel Cob and, having recovered her breath, sat down and began to cry.
"If I can be of any service to you, it will give me much pleasure." And so they followed him, as he walked away with great dignity, to his kennel. "What, may I enquire, has brought you to this neighborhood?" he asked as they arrived at his house. "You see," explained Sweetclover, "we were captured by a very wicked Showman and made to act with him in his puppet-show, so we ran away."
"I would like to live here," whispered the Villain, "everybody seems to be so happy." "So would I," said Sweetclover. "I love to hear beautiful music, but we have to find Jackie and Peggs' motheranfather." And being tired, they fell asleep and early in the morning their gondola was resting at the side of some marble steps which led up to a great square called Saint Mark's.
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