d, "Don't bother me with your stupid nonsense, Mr. Ink; I must be
off to the woods! Go and get hold of Cousin Pumpbreeks; that's the sort
of stuff for _him_. Come along, Christlieb! The Stranger Child is
waiting for us;" with which they started off. But Tutor Ink sprang
after them with remarkable agility, and seized hold of them just
outside the door. Felix fought like a man, and Tutor Ink was on the
point of getting the worst of it, as the faithful Sultan came to
Felix's help. Sultan--generally a good, kindly-behaved dog took a
strong dislike to Tutor Ink the moment he set eyes on him. Whenever the
tutor came near him, he growled, and swept about him so forcibly with
his tail that he nearly knocked the tutor down, managing deftly to hit
him great thumps on his little weazened legs. So Sultan came dashing
up, when Felix was holding the tutor by the shoulders, and hung on to
his coat-tails. Master Ink raised a doleful yell, which brought up the
baron to the rescue. The tutor let go his hold of Felix, and Sultan let
go his hold on the tutor's coat-tails.

"He said we weren't to go to the woods any more," cried Christlieb,
weeping and lamenting. And although the baron gave Felix a good
scolding, he was very sorry that the children might not go wandering,
as they used, amongst the trees and bushes, and told the tutor that he
wished him to go with them into the woods for a certain time every day.

The tutor did not like the idea at all. He said, "Ah, Herr Baron, if
you had but a sensible piece of garden, with nicely-clipped box, and
railed-in enclosures, one might go and take the children for a little
walk there of forenoons! But what in all the world is the good of going
into a wild forest?"

The children did not like it either, saying, "What business has Tutor
Ink in our darling wood?"

HOW TUTOR INK TOOK THE CHILDREN FOR A WALK IN THE
WOODS, AND WHAT HAPPENED ON THE OCCASION.

"Well, Master Ink, isn't it delightful in our wood here?" Felix said,
as they were making their way through the rustling thickets. Tutor Ink
made a face, and answered, "Stupid nonsense! There's no road. All that
one does is to tear one's stockings. And one can't say or hear a word
of sense, for the abominable screaming noise the birds are making."

"Ha, ha! master," said Felix, "I see you don't know anything about
singing! And I daresay you don't hear when the morning wind is talking
with the bushes, and the old for