"Where did you get that splendid sled?" she asked.
"Some one in the forest gave it to me," answered Barty. "He said he was my intimate friend and his name was Mr. Wolf. I think," and Barty hesitated a little as he remembered, "I do think he was a kind of a fairy."
His mother laughed. "I should think he was too, if he gave me such a nice present as that," she said, and she went on with her kneading.
Barty played with his sled all the rest of the day, and at night he
put it in a very safe corner in the woodshed. Before he went to sleep he hid the tiny whip under his pillow.