So the Story Teller lifts her over the wall, and they sit down on the green moss of the Hollow Tree picnic place, and she leans up against him and listens to the singing of the brook, and the Story Teller sings softly too, until by-and-by the Little Lady is asleep.
And it may be, as they sit there and drowse and dream, that the Hollow Tree People creep up close and watch them.
Who knows?
FOOTNOTES:
[1] The Hollow Tree and Deep Woods Book, by the same author and artist.
[2] Hollow Tree and Deep Woods Book.