"I have been very unfortunate, good little people," said Teenchy Duck, addressing herself to the Bees, and then she told her story.
"Shall we go with you?" asked the Bees.
"Yes, yes!" exclaimed Teenchy Duck. "In these days of sorrow I stand in need of friends."
"How shall we follow you?" asked the Bees.
"Get in my satchel," said Teenchy Duck. "I'll carry you the best I know how."
Then the Bees shook their wings for joy and swarmed into the satchel along with the other friends of Teenchy Duck.
She resumed her journey, always crying for the return of her beautiful money. She walked and walked without stopping to rest a moment, until her legs almost refused to carry her. At last, just as night was coming on, Teenchy Duck saw with joy that the tracks of the Prince of the Seven Golden Cows stopped at the iron gate that barred the way to a splendid castle.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, "I have arrived at my journey's end, and I have no need to knock on the gate. I will creep under."