“Maybe it’s a fairy,” said Bawly, and they looked and looked and pretty soon, in a jiffy, out came a man—just a plain, ordinary man.
“Oh, me!” cried Bawly.
“Oh, my!” exclaimed Lulu.
Then they both started to run away, for they were afraid they might be hurt. But the man saw them going off, and he called after them.
“Oh, pray don’t be frightened, little ones. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. I was just looking for a frog and a duck, and here you are.”
“Are—are you going to eat us?” asked Bawly, blinking his eyes.
“No, indeed,” replied the man, kindly.
“Are you going to carry us away in a bag?” asked Lulu, wiggling her feet.
“Oh, never, never, never!” cried the man, quickly. “I will put you in my pockets if you will let me, and I will do a funny trick with you.”
“A trick?” asked Bawly, for he was very fond of them. “What kind?”