"Oh! Oh! Oh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" shouted Barty and he danced and danced about.
"Look again," the Good Wolf said.
He shook the blue ear. Once he shook it—twice he shook it—three times he shook it. And he shook out a splendid train with ever so many cars, and a key to wind it up and make it go—exactly the kind Barty had dreamed about.
Barty jumped at it and knelt down in the snow.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he kept saying because he could scarcely believe he was awake.
Then the Good Wolf shook the pink ear and pennies flew out—pennies and pennies and pennies—just like a shower of rain; and while Barty was scrambling about shouting for joy and picking them up, the blue ear was shaken and a purse flew out, so that there was a place to put the pennies in, and Barty picked up enough to stuff it full to the brim.
