Marilka is missing, presumed to be lost, so in true family spirit and good folk tradition, ""Her mother and father are crying, the stork has pulled out his feathers, the cherry tree has shaken off its blossoms, the river has turned into a stream, Magda (the goose girl) has broken her pitcher and the goslings have gone away."" Thus shepherd Janek, who has stopped playing his flute, to an inquiring lamb--but ""Marilka is not lost. She took the goat to the pasture as she does every morning. Look, here she comes now."" Smiling, arms outstretched in greeting, feet skipping. . . right out of the mint-cool patterned page of one of Miss Domanska's prettiest books, verdant in greens and violets and lemon yellow. Yet wholly animated, as youngsters will be by seeing themselves in Marilka's place.