Chapter Thirteen
Doll anxiously. Wag made no answer—just flopped on his side and in a minute was asleep and snoring tremendously.
"Oh!" whispered Peg, pulling herself gently from beneath the sleeping rabbit. "He meant snatch a nap."
She laughed softly and seated herself under a small tree. The birds were beginning to waken and their singing filled Peg Amy with delight. "How wonderful it all is," she murmured, gazing up at the little ruffly pink clouds. "How wonderful it is to be alive!"
"Hello! Mr. Robin!" she called gaily, as a bird flew to a low bush beside her. "Are your children quite well?"
The robin swung backward and forward on his swaying branch; then burst into his best morning song.
"Oh!" cried Peg Amy, clasping her wooden hands, "I've heard that before! But how could I?" she reasoned, "I'm only a Wooden Doll and this is the first morning I have been alive. But then, how did I know it was a robin?"
Peg rubbed her wooden forehead in perplexity, for it was all very puzzling indeed. Below their little hill stretched the lovely land of the Winkies, with its great green forests and little yellow villages. The
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