“I can soon catch up with old Browncoat again,” thought Winikin.
Sunwings, the beautiful butterfly, led Winikin a fine dance over bank and bush, but at last the lad was obliged to give up the chase. He was a little surprised to find that he had lost some of his cherries in running after the golden butterfly.
“I’ll go back and find old Browncoat,” he said to himself. “After all the loss of a few cherries does not matter much. How thirsty I am. A few cherries will refresh me.”
So he sat down and ate several and then took out his cup and ball to amuse himself. After awhile he got up and again tried to find his way.
“How hungry and thirsty I am,” he thought, taking one cherry after another from his basket until it was almost emptied.
After wandering about until twilight he found himself at the foot of the rocks on top of which was the magic garden. He tried to find the crevice through which he had crept out that morning but a foaming cascade was dashing down over it.
He shouted at the top of his voice, “I’ve lost my way, boys. Let me eat supper with you in the hall of toys and sleep here for the night.”
“We have eaten supper,” answered the boys; “but you shall have some. We can’t let you stay all night for we have no spare bed.”
They let down a basket and drew Winikin up as before and after taking him into the hall they went to bed. After he had eaten a hearty meal the boys called out to him to put out the lights and leave.
“But,” said Winikin, “how am I to get out of the garden?”