Thump sat by the fireplace toasting his feet.
“My, my!” chuckled old Mr. Wolf, smacking his lips, “he is the fattest one of all. What a fine breakfast I shall have to-morrow!”
The next morning he came earlier than ever, and knocked on the door of the little stone house.
“Mr. Thump, let me come in,” said he.
“All right,” called little Thump, “when my feet get warm.”
So old Mr. Prairie Wolf sat down to wait.
By and by, old Mr. Wolf knocked on the door again. “Aren’t your feet warm yet, Mr. Thump?” he growled.
“Only one,” called Thump; “you will have to wait until the other one is warm.”
So old Mr. Wolf sat down to wait.
After a few minutes had passed, he knocked on the door again.