Buddie followed these directions, and when she removed her hand the witch-hazel stick fell—it really seemed to jump—toward a big birch-tree at one end of the amphitheater.
“There’s your direction,” said the Donkey. “All you have to do now is to follow your nose.”
“That sounds easy,” said the Rabbit.
“It is easy—if your nose is straight,” said the Donkey. “Of course there wouldn’t be any use following such a wabbly nose as yours. I’ll go ahead.”
At this point the Yellow Dog returned with the ’Possum and a bag of Pine-Tree shillings, and the expedition set forward in the following order: the Donkey, the Rabbit, Buddie, the Yellow Dog, and the ’Possum.
“I wonder what direction we really are going in,” Colonel remarked to Buddie.
“That’s easily found out,” said the Donkey, whose long ears had caught the remark, “if Just Buddie will wet her finger and hold it up in the air.”
Buddie did so.
“One side’s colder than the other, isn’t it?” asked the Donkey.