He just danced up and down.
"What a Good Wolf you are!" he said. "I did not know any wolf could be as good as this."
Ah!" said the Good Wolf. "You don't know me!"
(When Tim's mother came to this part of the story he used to jump up and down and laugh for joy until his face was full of dimples.)
The Good Wolf was enjoying himself as much as Barty was. He was smiling and smiling and wagging his tail.
"Now," he said, "do you want to go into the forest and see the
