The boy laughed. “Oh, aren’t there? There’s our house, right over there, out of sight.”
“And who are you?” Kay and Peter asked together.
“I’m Harry Arran and the house belongs to my brother. He’s the Faun Man; I kind o’ look after him and keep him straight. He’s a wonder; you’d be lucky if you knew him.”
“We’d like to know him. We’d both like to know him very much.” Again they spoke together.
The boy thrust his hands in his pockets and eyed them.
“Don’t know so much about that. I’m very particular about my brother. I don’t let him know just anybody.”
He twisted round on the gate, turning his back on them, and re-commenced playing, giving them plainly to understand that their too eager interest in his family affairs had made conversation undesirable.