"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 in my satchel," said Teenchy Duck. "I'll carry you as I can."
Then the River got in the satchel by the side of the other friends of Teenchy Duck.
She went on her journey, keeping her eyes on the ground, so as not to lose sight of the tracks of the thief, but still crying for her beautiful money. On her way she came to a Bee-Hive, which had a mind to laugh because Teenchy Duck was carrying such a burden.
"Hey, my poor Teenchy Duck! What a big, fat satchel you have there!" said the Bee-Hive.
"I'm not in the humor for joking, my dear," said Teenchy Duck.
"Why are you so sad?"