"Once upon a time," went on Uncle Andy slowly, "there was a young bat--a baby bat so small you might have put him into your mother's thimble.

He lived high up in the peak of the roof of an old barn down in the meadows beside the golden, rushing waters of the Nashwaak stream, not more than five or six miles from Fredericton.

We'll call him Little Silk Wing." "_I_'ve been to Fredericton!" interjected the Child with an important air.
"Really!" said Uncle Andy.

"Well, Little Silk Wing hadn't.

And now, who's going to tell this story, you or I ?" "I won't interrupt any more!" said the Child penitently.