But the Wooden Doll had suddenly grown sober.
"Wherever is the castle?" she cried anxiously. She remembered exactly where it had stood when she was an unalive doll and now not a tower or turret of the castle was to be seen. "Oh!" groaned Peg Amy,
"Ruggedo has done something dreadful with his Mixed Magic!"
Wag rubbed his eyes and looked all around. "Why, it's gone!" he cried, waving his paws. "What shall we do? If only we weren't so small!"
"We've got the magic box," said Peg hopefully, "and somehow I don't feel as small as I used to feel; do you?"
"Well, I feel pretty queer, myself," said the rabbit, twitching his nose. "Maybe it's because I'm hungry. There's a kitchen garden over there near the royal stables and I think if I had some carrots I'd feel better."
"Of course you would!" cried Peg, jumping up. "I forgot you had to eat." So, very cautiously they stole into the royal cook's garden. Wag had often helped himself to carrots from this garden before, but now sitting on his haunches he stared around in dazed surprise.
"Everything's different!" wailed the rabbit dis-
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