“Not one of us has,” answered Lion, “though we are all convinced that Vargu was pretty much at the bottom of the whole strange affair.” “He was, sure enough,” assented the Lady, “and this was the way of it: Quite some time before he had made friends with Soft Foot Vargu had discovered an all but hidden cave with an entrance from the top of the cliff. He had explored it repeatedly and so knew its outer wall was almost worn through the face of the rock. Now, as you may have guessed, it was the nimble Too-Bo-Tan who passed through the tops of the trees sending out the strange cry that called all the animals together. Meanwhile, Vargu had taught Soft Foot a wonderful story. Finally, there came the night when all the animals were gathered at the foot of the cliff. And then, taking a stone, Vargu pounded a hole through the wall of the cave to the outer side of the rock. Next, Soft Foot spoke to those on the great plain below; and then he told them the story. Of course, since he was telling it from the hollow depths of the cave, his voice sounded ever so big. And so there was really no mystery at all. “Having gained his point—that of bringing all the animals together—Vargu gave his time to the meetings that were held on the plain. As the years passed, Too-Bo-Tan succeeded his father and became the favorite among all those who told tales at the Story Time Rock. And finally he came to be a leader among them; and is to this very day.” “Shall we ever see him?” asked Diggeldy Dan. “I’m sure I don’t know. Sometime, perhaps. And now, one and all, a merry good night, for I must hurry away to thread my spangle needles and set them in place.” “Spangle needles,” repeated Puma. “Pray, what are they?” “Why, what else but needles that catch the spangles,” laughed the Pretty Lady, “which reminds me that I was to tell you about them. Here, Diggeldy Dan, take your place at the head of my White-White Horse, while I explain just how spangles are made.