“‘I know. It’s a burro.’
“‘Uhu!’ shouted Winfred, and chased them down the street. He caught the little girl who had guessed rightly and whispered to her:
“‘How did you know?’
“‘Silly, silly,’ said the girl, for it was Merrylip, grown big.
“They played for a very long time, and Winfred was never so happy before.
“‘Isn’t this nicer than a burro?’ asked Merrylip, and Winfred said:
“‘A thousand times nicer.’
“After a while they all were tired and didn’t think the game was fun any more, so they took up their hats and started for home.
“‘You can come home with me for lunch if you want,’ said one of the boys to Winfred. Winfred whispered to Merrylip, and she said he might, so they went. Only Merrylip made herself small again and hid in the Prince’s pocket. They came to a small hut, and the boy, whose name was Michael, rushed in with Winfred after him. They threw their hats on a chair and shouted, and in came a woman, all fat and grey, with a gingham apron. Michael jumped into her arms and shouted: ‘Mother, I’ve brought a boy to lunch. His name is Winfred.’
“The fat Mother kissed Winfred; then they sat down in the kitchen and had oodles of beans and black bread.