Once, in Mother Russia, the little wolf-girl was gathering apples and mushrooms, when she met a girl's head whilst crossing the bridge. "Are you Baba Yaga ?" she asked. "Nay, child, I am but your guardian angel, I left the rest of my self sleeping in the woods there." "O," said the girl-cub, "Let us sit and eat merrily, whilst chatting on the world." "Indeed, that suits me wonderfully," said the angel...