Presently the Gnome turned to Ned and said:
"I must leave you for a time. But with the Fairy Queen's magic ring upon your finger, you will be safe from harm. Self reliance is what all boys should practise. Therefore, travel for a few days alone. At the end of that time I will join you." And with these words the Gnome disappeared.
For a moment Ned felt a wild desire to call him back. But with a shrug of his shoulder, he put away the thought and bravely set out in search of further adventure.
He had gone but a short distance when he came to a Magic Axe, chopping away all by itself at one of the tallest trees.
"Good morning, Mistress Axe," he said. "Doesn't it tire you to be chopping away all alone there at that old tree?"
"Not at all, my son. Put me in your knapsack and I will make you famous."
Picking up the axe, Ned placed it in his knapsack and set off once more. After a while, he came to a place where the road was hollowed out of a mass of solid rock, and here, in the distance, he heard a sharp noise like that of iron striking against stone.
"Some giant must be breaking rocks away up there," he said to himself, and climbed up the mountain. When he reached the top of the high rock, he found a Magic Pickaxe, all alone by itself, digging away at the hard stone as if it were soft clay.
Every time that wonderful pickaxe struck a blow it went more than a foot into the rock.
"Good morning, Mistress Pickaxe," said Ned. "Doesn't it tire you to be digging alone here, hollowing away at that old rock?"