. . .Little Indian. "I'm glad to be able to get it for you. It certainly would be a shame to lose such a pretty thing!"

Just then a breeze sprang up, and away drifted the lily-pad with Freddie and Fannie.

Little Indian watched them as they sailed away, for Fannie was now holding up for a sail the little pink parasol, which helped to pull their boat along at a good pace.

Then Too-Wit, Too-Woo said good-by, and flew back to his home in the forest.

The big, round sun was now going down behind the purple hills, the shadows were slowly filling all the nooks and corners of the big forest, and the lake, in the gathering darkness, looked dim and gloomy.

Little Indian could no longer see the lily-pad boat. "They must have landed on the other side of the lake by this time," he thought, as he started for home, and when he came out of the forest he was glad to see in the distance the cheerful glow of his camp fire.

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