have been alive before 'cause I keep remembering things."
"What kind of things?" asked the Elegant Ele- phant, rubbing himself lazily against a tree.
"Well, this for instance," said Peg, holding up a corner of the purple plush robe. I once had a dress of it. I'm sure I had a dress of this stuff."
"When you were a little doll?" asked Kabumpo curiously.
"No," said Peg, giving the robe a few little shakes,
"before that. And I remember this country, too, and the sun and the wind and the sky. If I'd only been alive one day I wouldn't remember them, would I?"
"Queer things happen in Oz," said Kabumpo comfortably. "But why bother? You are alive and very jolly. You are traveling with the most Elegant Elephant in Oz and in the company of a Prince. Isn't that enough?"
Peg Amy did not reply but kept on beating the plush robe with determined little thumps and staring off through the trees with a very puzzled expression in her painted blue eyes. They had traveled swiftly all morning through the fertile farmlands of the Winkies and had paused for lunch in this little grove. Peg, not needing food, and Kabumpo, finding plenty
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