CHAPTER VII.
Tiny spent the night in the fork of a wild plum tree. For some time he sat thinking of his mother and Squirreltown, but his lessons in patience and contentment had made him satisfied with his lot.
The next morning he started upon his journey, bravely following the narrow, twisting path, ever ready to avoid danger.
HE WAS ABOUT TO TAKE A DRINK WHEN HE SAW WHAT HE TOOK TO BE A FAIRY STRUGGLING IN THE WATER.
At length he came to a brook. He was about to take a drink when he saw what he took to be a fairy struggling in the water. She had been trying to get out for a long time; but, finally, her wings ceased to move and she lay very still.
Tiny, who was a good swimmer, hurried out to rescue her. He placed his nose under her and lifted her from the water. Holding his head high, he swam to the shore.
The fairy crawled upon a lady’s-slipper close by and flapped her wings until they were quite dry.