Besides which Barty had heard that there were Fairies there, though he had never seen one.
He was not a rich little boy, in fact he was quite poor. He had no toys at all because his father and mother had no money. When he went to bed. He used to lie and think of all the things he would like to have, and when he went to sleep he sometimes dreamed he had them, which was very nice, but when he wakened they were not there.
One morning in the winter he wished very much for a sled because when he looked out of the window all the ground was covered with
sparkling snow and all the trees in the forest were loaded with it, and the sun was shining on glittering icicles hanging from the roof.
"I want a sled," he whispered to himself as he pressed his little nose against the glass. "I want one I wish I had one."
If he had not been a blessing and a privilege he would have cried, but he actually didn't. He scrambled down and asked his mother to put on his thick scarlet cap and coat and his rubber boots, and he went striding out into the snow like a stout little robin red breast.
