smiling at him. He could not help running to him and hugging him.
"Oh, I am glad! I am glad!" he said. "This is the nicest thing of all!"
"It is nice," answered the Good Wolf. "I was hunting in Russia and I wasn't sure I could come. But I must attend to this whip business."
He shook his blue ear and a narrow, rather long ivory box fell out.
"That is a whip box," he said, and he began to scratch in the earth until he made a rather deep hole under a bush. "Now," he said, "whenever you have done with your whip you must lock it in that
box and put it in this hole, and you will always know where to find it."
"I will never forget," said Barty.