he upset his paste-pot.

“What’s the matter?” asked the little boy in glad surprise.

“Why, there’s something inside that paper!” cried the goat. “See, it’s
moving! There must be a fairy inside!”

Surely enough, the paper was rolling and twisting around on the floor in
a most remarkable manner, for Papa No-Tail inside was wriggling and
twisting, and trying his best to get out. But the paper was wound around
him too tightly, and he couldn’t get loose.

“Oh, do you think it’s a fairy?” asked the little boy eagerly, for he
loved the dear creatures, and wanted to see one.

“Let me out! Oh, please let me out!” suddenly cried Papa No-Tail just
then.

“Of course it’s a fairy, my boy!” exclaimed Uncle Butter. “Didn’t you
hear it call? Oh, I’m going right away from here! I’ve pasted all kinds
of paper, but never before have I handled fairy paper, and I’m afraid to
begin now.”

He started to run out of the room but his foot slipped in the paste, and
down he fell, and his little table fell on top of him, and the
stepladder was twisted in his horns. And Papa No-Tail was trying harder
than ever to get loose, and the roll of wallpaper rolled right toward
Uncle Butter.

“Don’t catch me! Please, don’t catch me!” the goat called to the fairy