"I doubt that, Camy," said the Doubtful Dromedary, eying the Cowardly Lion solemnly.
"He's always doubting things," smiled the Comfortable Camel, rolling his large, limpid eyes. "Now, I never do."
"He's right this time. I'm not handsome at all; no coward could be handsome," said the lion gruffly, flinging himself on the ground beside the strange pair. "Ah, if I could only feel courageous!"
"You're nice as you are, you dear cowardly old thing," snorted the camel, wagging his head affectionately. "Why, if you were brave, you would be just like any other lion. It's being cowardly that makes you so interesting."
"I'd rather be brave than interesting," rumbled the lion sadly. "You know perfectly well that courage is the finest thing in the world."
"I doubt that," put in the dromedary, shifting a mouthful of grass from one cheek to the other, "I doubt that very much."
"What's the matter?" cried the Patchwork Girl, bouncing out merrily from the other side of the tree. "You all sound as solemn as Pokes!"
