"Here's Granny. Let's tell her about it."
Granny was coming to the cottage door to get a breath of fresh air, but when she heard Faith's story, she did not look very pleased.
"You ought not to have gone in, Faith. She might have been ill of an infectious fever. I don't like it at all. You must never do such a thing again! You are getting too independent."
Faith hung her head.
"What did she say to you?"
Faith told as much as she remembered; but she was shy of telling anybody about her little prayer or of what she herself had said to the woman, and Granny said:
"It was your spirit of curiosity which led you there; and if the woman hadn't been very ill, she might have been very angry at your going in, when you had not been asked to do so. You must never do such a thing again—promise me. Has the van gone away?"
Faith nodded.
"I saw Dan get the horse and fasten it in. They had a grey donkey, too. It followed the van all by itself. They were just moving away before I came into our lane. I'm sorry, Granny, I won't go in again, but I expect I shall never see another van."
"You may see several," said Granny. "I hear there is a common near here where they always encamp, and I won't have any of you go near them."