They're a little shy, you know."
"Who?" inquired Dorothy.
"The Conciencez," repeated Saari. "That's pronounced /Con-ci-en-chez/.
The reason you can hardly see them is that they are green."
Everyone peered hard into the green. Sure enough they began to make out
the forms of several creatures. When the creatures saw that they were
recognized, they tilted their heads to one side; they cupped their heads
in their hands and made a sound in unison: "/Aummmm/."
"What are they doing?" said Dorothy.
"They are tuning in with nature," said Saari. "They like you. You must
like plants."
"Why yes," replied Dorothy. "I'm very fond of growing things. I have my
own little garden back in Kansas."
"Well, the Conciencez know that," said Saari. "That's why they came to
see you. They would never have come if you didn't like plants."
"Do they like plants, too?" asked Dorothy.
"Yes indeed," replied the Princess. "The plant world is their world --
they are the protectors and keepers of the plants. Without them plants
would not be so beautiful and would hardly grow at all.
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