"Are there any bears in this wood?" asked Bob, looking around doubtfully. It was quite dark now, and the moonlight sifting through the leaves made queer shapes out of all the shadows.
"This isn't a bear forest," said Notta positively. "I think it's a fairy forest, Bob, and that reminds me of a song I used to know."
Reaching over, Notta pulled the little boy into his big, comfortable lap, and with a twinkle in his eyes he put his back against the tree and began to sing:
"Oh the moon's a balloon
On a silvery string,
And the Sandman holds on to it tight!
'Tis a ticklish task—
What would happen, I ask,
If he let it fly off some fine night?
"But he knows that there are