Bread, cakes, sweets, nuts--whatever one wanted, it was there.

He ate nothing himself, but sat and chatted, and did one curious thing after another to amuse us.

He made a tiny toy squirrel out of clay, and it ran up a tree and sat on a limb overhead and barked down at us.

Then he made a dog that was not much larger than a mouse, and it treed the squirrel and danced about the tree, excited and barking, and was as alive as any dog could be.

It frightened the squirrel from tree to tree and followed it up until both were out of sight in the forest.
He made birds out of clay and set them free, and they flew away, singing.
At last I made bold to ask him to tell us who he was.
"An angel," he said, quite simply, and set another bird free and clapped his hands and made it fly away.
A kind of awe fell upon us when we heard him say that, and we were afraid again; but he said we need not be troubled, there was no occasion for us to be afraid of an angel, and he liked us, anyway.