“I want to see your pretty toys! and I want a basket of cherries,” said Winikin.
The garden lads let down a basket and drew him up. There was Goldlocks as merry and mischievous looking as ever.
“You left me in the water, Goldlocks!” said Winikin to his playfellow.
“Yes, I had lost too much time to stay any longer,” said Goldlocks. “Come, let us have breakfast.”
They all sat down on the grass under the trees and feasted on strawberries and cream served in the finest porcelain bowls.
After breakfast Winikin said, “Now let us play.”
“Oh! we must gather fruit first! There is work to be done. You had better gather your basket of cherries,” said one of the lads. “The cherry trees are over there. Gather a basketful from the one which stands in the middle.” The lads then went about their work.
With his usual idle habits Winikin began plucking flowers and chasing butterflies. When his little friends came to fetch him to play games, they found he was not a jot farther than when they left him.
“We can’t play with you, Winikin, until you have gathered your fruit,” said Goldlocks.
And then he laid a golden trap-ball down on the grass, and the five little boys began to play merrily.