Elizabeth laughed. “I do like to stay out as much as I can,” she made answer, “but I love the woods and the fields better in warm weather than in cold.”
“And have you a hollow stump where you stay sometimes?”
“Yes, I really have one; it is in the little hollow behind the house; I call it the Fairy Dell.”
“Of course you do; I could have vouched for that.”
“There is another place,”—Elizabeth felt encouraged to go on,—“It is on top of the hill; there are great bowlders there and the witches come there at midnight.”
“How truly fascinating. You must show me the spot some day.”
“But,” Elizabeth went on, “I have a lovely place in the attic all my own; it is under the eaves and there is a nice window there that looks out over the country. Sometimes I make believe that it is a window high up in a moated castle tower and sometimes I pretend it is a really fairy lodge in the tree-tops.”
“Bless you, Elfie; you are a creature after my own heart. I will go to the gate with you and you can show me the window.”
Elizabeth readily agreed and when they had reached the brown house she pointed out the little window in the pointed gable, a wistaria vine clambered to it and would soon be ready to put out its first leaves.
“It looks exactly as I thought it must,” declared Mr. Kemp. “I am coming to see you tomorrow, Elfie. I suppose it must be after school is out.”