ing to Kernel Cob and the others, and everything looked so happy
and bright....

"Look out!" shouted Kernel Cob, but it was too late. Straight ahead
was a tall tree, toward which the bird was flying, and from the
branches came a puff of smoke and the sharp crack of a gun.

The next instant the Condor stopped flying, and slowly sank to the
ground.

"I am done for," she said in a feeble voice. "It is just the way of
all birds. I am sorry that I cannot help you more. Good-bye."

By this time she had reached the ground, and Kernel Cob was in a very
great rage. He wanted to stay and fight the hunter who would soon come
to take the bird, but Sweetclover and the Villain begged him to be
prudent and run away, lest they all be captured.

So with great sorrow, they said good-bye to the Condor and hurried
away.

From behind a rock, they watched the hunter take up the bird and carry
it away.

And our three little friends sat down upon a stone to think.

"I don't know what to do," said Sweetclover. "We have lost our best
friend."

"Never mind," said the Villain tenderly, and he put his hand kindly on
her shoulder. "It will all come right in the end. It always does, you
know."

"Yes, I know," said Sweetclover, "but you have to go through such
terrible things first."

"Well, we got along pretty well before we met the bird," said Kernel
Cob. "Didn't we get to the Moon and all that?"

"That was because we prayed to the Fairies," said Sweetclover.

"And maybe if we pray now, something will happen to help us."

Sweetclover had a very beautiful faith. She believed, as all good
people do, that you must put your faith in something good, and then
everything will be for the best, no matter what happens.

So they knelt down by the side of the rock and prayed.

"How do you pray?" whispered the Villain to Sweetclover. "I never
prayed before in my life."

"Just say, 'Please good, kind Fairies, I am a poor little Villain, and
I need your help, and I'll never be bad any more.'"

So they prayed, and pretty soon along came a team of horses drawing a
big wagon packed with boxes of oranges.

And the wagon stopped on the road where they were, and the driver got
down to fix the harness of one of the horses.

"I'm glad that buckle got loose," said the horse to his team-mate, "I
was getting tired and needed a rest."

"Hello there, Master Horse," shouted Kernel Cob.

"Who are you?" neighed the horse.

"I'm Kernel Cob. Where are