sat down on his foot again but not before he had turned twenty somersaults.
"Well," chuckled Barty, fanning away, "you did stand by me, didn't you? And it has been a 'normous adventure. I shall so like to lie awake and think of it. I know now why you all winked at me, and said you were going to stay to see the fun."
And they all laughed like anything—the Good Wolf more than all the rest.
In fact, they laughed and laughed and laughed until they could scarcely stop themselves, and when at last it was time for
Barty to go home, and he said good-by to them, and the little elephants threw up their trunks and trumpeted for him as if he were a king going back to his palace, he ran down the path in the wood chuckling to himself nearly all the way.
"Oh!" he said, "what wonderful things happen in the deep forest where things sing and things build nests and burrow in the earth, and make little warm caves to live in."