"His ship was wrecked on the rocks and broken all to pieces," said Barty. "But we did not come in a ship, did we?"
"And barrels and boxes full of biscuits and things floated about in the water and he swam after them. It would be rather nice to see a box of biscuits now, wouldn't it?" Barty said.
"Is your belt very loose?" asked the Good Wolf.
"It never was as loose as this before," said Barty.
"Buckle it a little tighter," said the Good Wolf. So Barty buckled it one hole tighter.
They walked along the shore till they came to a place where they could begin to climb the green cliff. Then they climbed and climbed and climbed and the grass grew greener and thicker and there were flowers growing on every side and bushes with birds singing on them, and the birds were all sorts of lovely colors. Some of them stopped singing just to look at Barty.
"They have never seen any boys before," remarked the Good Wolf.
"Do you think they like them?" asked Barty.
"You ought to go and see," the Good Wolf answered.