"Of course I do," the Queen answered
"Well, you make an infusion of dried wind-flowers just like tea, and then you give it to the young scamp to drink."
"He's not a scamp," the Queen said; "but you're a dear good old bat all the same."
The bat said, "H'm!"
The Queen rose to her feet. "Well, I must be off," she said. "I've got a lot to do."
The bat said, "Wait a minute; I'm coming too;" and he dropped down and hung on to the Queen's shoulder. He was rather a weight, but the Queen suffered it.
"Why, there aren't any wind-flowers left!" the Queen said, surveying the spot where they had grown.
The bat said, "No; the weeds have choked them all."
The Queen rubbed her chin and said nothing.
And the bat merely ejaculated, "H'm!"