Going along and crying thus, Teenchy Duck came to her best and oldest friend, the River.
"What are you doing here?" said the River, in astonishment, "and why are you crying so? When I saw you this morning you seemed very happy."
"Ah!" said Teenchy Duck, "would you believe it? I have not eaten since yesterday."
"And why not?" asked the sympathetic River.
"You saw me find the purse of gold," said Teenchy Duck, "and you saw the Prince seize it. Ah, well! my master will kill me if I do not get it and return it to him."
"Sometimes," the River replied, "a little help does a great deal of good. Shall I go with you?"
"I should be very happy," said Teenchy Duck.
"But how can I follow you—I that have no limbs?" said the River.
"Get into my satchel," said Teenchy Duck. "I'll carry you as best I can."
Then the River got into the satchel by the side of the other friends of Teenchy Duck.