CHAPTER VI
An Empty Pocketbook
“Don’t look for it!” the voice from the tree had said. And now a request, equally urgent, had come from a real live little girl: “Please, will you help us find it?”
Once more the strange warning flashed through Judy’s mind. Just what it was she was supposed to find—or not to find—still puzzled her. But she had found the explanation for unearthly things before and could do it again. A little uneasily, she replied that she would do what she could.
It was hard to get a description of the doll. All Penny could tell her was that its hair, its face—everything about it—was green.
“Its clothes, too?” Honey asked.
Penny nodded solemnly.
“Yes, everything. It came from the Land of Oz, I think. My mother read me the story once. Everything was green there, too, and she was a princess.”
“Your doll?” asked Judy.
“She wasn’t my doll. Sometimes Mommy would let me look at her. She told me her name, too, but I’ve forgotten it.”
“Was it Dorothy?” questioned Honey.