"I think I'll trot rather faster," the Good Wolf said.
"Would you mind trotting as fast as ever you can?" said Barty.
"I'll trot very fast," the Good Wolf answered. "I'm excited myself."
So he trotted faster and faster and faster and faster, and the sled whizzed over the snow and wound in and about between the tree trunks like lightning, but it never struck against anything, or upset or even joggled. It was simply wonderful. And the forest was wonderful. It was so much bigger than Barty had ever dreamed of its being. They went on and on and on and on, past strange trees,
