Side by side with the cooing dove she lay, her cheek against its soft grey head—and she was happier than words can tell.
As she seemed to be sinking into a delicious slumber she heard a small voice say—
“Cece! Cece! I do want you, I do!”
It was Kiddiwee speaking. Of that there could be no doubt. But where was he? And where was Tibbs?
She felt ashamed at having been happy even for a moment, when they were lost, and perhaps in great peril.
“See!” said Waomba.
And as Coppertop looked, she saw them both.
They were many, many miles away, and yet she saw them clearly, which, of course, was due to the magic spell of Waomba; and not only could she see them, but she could hear them as well.
And this is what she heard and saw.