said taffy. ‘there wasn’t lots of spears. there was only one spear. i drawded it three times to make sure. i couldn’t help it looking as if it stuck into daddy’s head there wasn’t room on the birch-bark; and those things that mummy called bad people are my beavers. i drawded them to show him the way through the swamp; and i drawded mummy at the mouth of the cave looking pleased because he is a nice stranger-man, and i think you are just the stupidest people in the world,’ said taffy. ‘he is a very nice man. why have you filled his hair with mud? wash him!’