She looked up and saw a bird, but that was all.
“Look at your book,” said the voice.
Tina looked at her book and saw a path leading to a fence. A gun was leaning by the fence, and a dead hare was lying on its back near by.
“I don’t think I’ll go there,” she said. “Need I?”
“No,” said the fairy. “You can go the other way.”
She turned the page of her book and saw a path leading toward a village, and as she shut the book, there was the path before her.
She turned into it, and as she walked on she heard merry voices, that seemed to come nearer and nearer. She looked to the right and left, but saw no one.
“It must be children in the village,” she thought. “I will keep on. It sounds as if they were having a pretty good time.”
A few yards from her she saw two squirrels sitting up, eating nuts, and when she came up to them a nut fell right on the top of her head, and she heard a little laugh somewhere above her.
She looked up, and there, in the branches of a tree, were three or four little children gathering nuts.