Kernel Cob and Sweetclover went down and down and down through the sky from the Moon. And after they had gone down and down and down a long time Sweetclover suddenly cried: "What's that?" and pointed below. "It's like a great ball turning round and round." "It looks like another Moon with the lights out." "It's the Earth!" cried Sweetclover with delight, for she could now see the tops of trees as the sun began to show his golden head above the hills in the East. And little by little, as Kernel Cob and Sweetclover neared the Earth, they could see rivers and lakes and steeples and houses and after awhile, people and horses in the fields. And down, down, down they came, getting nearer and nearer and nearer until they saw, beneath their very feet, a great tall house with sails on it going round and round at a rapid rate, and, before you could say, "Look out!" Kernel Cob was caught in one of the sails and dashed to the ground. "Are you hurt?" asked Sweetclover sitting on the ground where she had been thrown. "No," said Kernel Cob, for a soldier must bear pain without complaint and pretend he isn't hurt even if he is. And a number of people who were working in the fields ran out to see what had happened, and you may be sure that they were surprised to see these strange dolls. And they spoke a strange language which neither Kernel Cob nor Sweetclover could make out. "I wonder where we are," said Sweetclover, "and who these people can be?" "They're very funny," laughed Kernel Cob, "I never saw shoes like those before. They look like boats." "They're made of wood," said Sweetclover. And just then a little Dutch girl--for you have guessed that they were in Holland--came over and picked them up and carried them off into her house. And little Antje, for that was her name, played with them all day, and, when night was come, she put them to sleep in a chair before the fireplace where it was nice and warm and cosy. And, in the middle of the night, a cricket came out on the hearth stone and began to chirp. "Chirp, chirp, chirp," sang the cricket, and Kernel Cob woke up and rubbed his eyes and listened. "Hello, Mister Cricket," shouted Kernel Cob peering over the side of the chair. And the Cricket hopped over to where Kernel Cob was lying. "Who are you?" he chirped. "I'm Kernel Cob. And Sweetclover and I are looking for Jackie and Peggs' motheranfather," said Kernel Cob, "Have you seen them?" "Never heard of them," chirped the Cricket. "What's their names?" "Just Jackie and Peggs' motheranfather; that's all." And just then Sweetclover woke up and sat on the side of the chair. "I'm sure that there isn't anybody by that name," chirped the Cricket, "but I'll soon find out." "How?" asked Kernel Cob.