"I've told you a thousand times that I'll find them, and find them I will."
"Well," said Sweetclover, "I certainly hope so, but I'm sure I cannot see how it is going to be done."
"You'll see if I am not right," said Kernel Cob.
But nothing happened to raise their hopes.
So they went up into the hills in search of a scene that looked like the one that the Magician had shown them on the crystal ball in India, and they walked about all day until, tired and worn out, they crept into a hollow stump to rest.
They slept all night and in the morning they walked on.
They were pretty high up in the mountains now, and Sweetclover, who was very tired, began to cry.
"Oh dear, oh dear," said she, "will nothing ever happen to help us?"
And just then something did happen; something that looked as if it were going to do them a great deal of harm, but which really did them a great deal of good and it was this:
High over their heads, so small that you could scarcely see it, was an eagle. He was flying about in circles that brought him nearer and nearer to where Kernel Cob and Sweetclover were sitting.