So she had resolved to search until she found her dishpan again, because a Cookie cook who cannot cook good cookies is not of much use.

The Frogman, who had wanted to see more of the world, had accompanied her to assist in the search.

When the woman had listened to this story, she asked, "Then you have no idea as yet who has stolen your dishpan ?" "I only know it must have been some mischievous fairy, or a magician, or some such powerful person, because none other could have climbed the steep mountain to the Yip Country.

And who else could have carried away my beautiful magic dishpan without being seen ?" The woman thought about this during the time that Cayke and the Frogman ate their breakfast.

When they had finished, she said, "Where are you going next ?" "We have not decided," answered the Cookie cook.
"Our plan," explained the Frogman in his important way, "is to travel from place to place until we learn where the thief is located and then to force him to return the dishpan to its proper owner." "The plan is all right," agreed the woman, "but it may take you a long time before you succeed, your method being sort of haphazard and indefinite.