You must go to him again, and bring him here.' 'Must I!' cried Barnaby, delighted; 'that's brave, father.

That's what I want to do.' 'But you must bring only him, and none other.

And though you wait at his door a whole day and night, still you must wait, and not come back without him.' 'Don't you fear that,' he cried gaily.

'He shall come, he shall come.' 'Trim off these gewgaws,' said his father, plucking the scraps of ribbon and the feathers from his hat, 'and over your own dress wear my cloak.
Take heed how you go, and they will be too busy in the streets to notice you.

Of your coming back you need take no account, for he'll manage that, safely.' 'To be sure!' said Barnaby.