Of course Winikin was ashamed when he heard what his brother had done.
“I shall go to the wonderful garden and bring back a basket of cherries,” he cried. “Perhaps they will give me a hobby-horse! Nothing shall tempt me again to idle on the way. Will you not lend me your wooden nag, brother!”
“Yes, take it and hurry along,” said Finikin.
“Gee-ho!” cried Winikin striding the stick. But the nag would not stir a bit faster than other sticks that children play with.
“Come!” said Finikin. “Get up behind me!”
Away went the little lads on the wooden horse. In a little while they came to the foot of the rocks, where Finikin left his brother. Then Finikin galloped home for the little boys had told him not to come again until Midsummer Eve.
When he was gone Winikin sat down and wondered how he should ever reach the garden. Perhaps the little boys would come out and help him. At least he would let them know where he was. He began to toss up the shuttlecock. Away it soared as if it had wings and lighted on a tree in the garden. At this moment a few red streaks were seen in the sky and the little boys came out into the garden. One of them saw the shuttlecock!
“Who is there?” he cried.
“My name is Winikin. I am Finikin’s twin brother,” was the answer.
“What do you want?” asked the boy in the garden.