182 Fairy Tales

Little Joan was half sorry. She had liked
the life and the spoiling better than Bart,
and she cried a little, and declared they
would be lost on the moor; but the boy
cheered her up, and made her put down
Ju-Ju, who whined and shook, and pretended
to be in the greatest terror, and then he
looked into Wolf’s honest eyes and said—
“Home, Wolf, home!”

The old dog set off at once as happy as a
king, and just as the children’s father and
the shepherd were thinking that the granted
time was nearly up, and that they might
have to take strong measures, they saw two
little figures coming towards them between
the tussocks of grass, with Wolf trotting
proudly in front. The father ran to meet
them, and they rushed into his arms.

As they went back, you may think how
much there was to tell. Joan was carried
first by one and then the other, until, some
three or four miles away, they found the cart
waiting, which the mother had brought her-
self, and then it had to be all told over again.