But, before very long, the little boy grew weary of his birthday feast, and having had all he wanted, he begged to be allowed to go to play in the garden. His parents knew that the gardener always looked after him there, so they told him he might go. They forgot that the gardener was not there just then. The child played happily alone for some time and then wandered into the courtyard, and looking out of the gate saw a poor pilgrim resting there. 'What are you doing here?' asked the child, 'and why do you sit so still?' 'I am a poor pilgrim,' answered the demon, trying to make his harsh voice sound as gentle as possible, 'and I have come all the way from Rome. I am resting here because I am so weary and footsore and have had nothing to eat all day.' 'I will let you in, and take you to my father,' said the child; 'this is my birthday, and no one must go hungry to-day.' But the demon pretended he was too weak to walk, and begged the boy to bring some food out to him. Then the child ran back to the banquet hall in a great hurry and said to his father: 'O father, there is a poor pilgrim from Rome sitting outside our gate, and he is so hungry, may I take him some of my birthday feast?' The father was very pleased to think that his little son should care for the poor and wish to be kind, so he willingly gave his permission and told one of the servants to give the child all that he wanted. Then as the demon sat eating the good things, he began to question the boy and tried to find out all that he could about him. 'Do you often play in the garden?' he asked. 'Oh yes,' said the child, 'I play there whenever I may, for in the midst of the lawn there is a beautiful fountain, and the gardener makes me boats to sail on the water.' 'Will he make you one to-day?' asked the demon quickly. 'He is not here to-day,' answered the child, 'for this is a holiday for every one and I am quite alone.' Then the demon rose to his feet slowly and said he felt so much better after the good food, that he thought he could walk a little, and would like very much to come in and see the beautiful garden and the fountain he had heard about. So the child climbed up and with great difficulty drew back the bolts. The great gates swung open and the demon walked in. As they went along together towards the fountain, the child held out his little hand to lead the pilgrim, but even the demon shrunk from touching anything so pure and innocent, and folded his arms under his robe, so that the child could only hold by a fold of his cloak. 'What strange kind of feet you have,' said the child as they walked along; 'they look as if they belonged to an animal.' 'Yes, they are curious,' said the demon, 'but it is just the way they are made.' Then the child began to notice the demon's hands, which were even more curious than his feet, and just like the paws of a bear. But he was too courteous to say anything about them, when he had already mentioned the feet.