'With what Old Man are you talking?' asked the same voice, laughing. Basil opened his eyes; it was already morning. The sun shone brightly through the red cotton curtains at the window, and his mamma stood at his bedside.
'Mamma?' asked Basil, with wonder. 'Then it was all dream?'
'What?'
'The Little Old Man?'
'Why, certainly it was;' and the mother tenderly kissed her boy.
BROWNY
(A POPULAR OUKRAÏNÏEN TALE)
