"Tiny and black, with a very white skin. They were a fair family. Nurse said they all disliked her, though she never did them any harm. She used to be out in the woods all day—and she ate strange food."
"What?"
"Fungi, and nettle-tops, and young bracken, and blackberries, my nurse said."
"Blackberries?"
"She was Irish; the Irish peasants won't touch blackberries, you know. We're just as bad, Louise. Heaps of fungi are delicious—wait till you've been in Germany. They know what's good: but, then, they won't touch rabbits, so there you are! I expect my nurse's aunt thought us an odd lot, us humans."
"Was she really a fairy?" Louise was breathless.
"How do I know? A witch perhaps. I should think a young witch, by all accounts."
"What happened to her?"
"She was 'swept' on her wedding-day."
"Crossing water?"