"This is Elfland, then," put in Anne-Hilarion contentedly.
"'But, Thomas, ye sall haud yer tongue
Whatever ye may hear or see;
For speak ye word in Elflyn-land,
Ye'l ne'er win back to your ain countrie.'"
She paused a second. "Go on!" commanded Anne-Hilarion.
"'Syne they came to a garden green,
And she pu'd an apple——'"
"You have missed some out!" exclaimed the listener. "Do not miss any, Elspeth! Say about the rivers abune the knee and all the blood that's shed on the earth——"
"Fie, Maister Anne!" said Mrs. Saunders reprovingly. "Yon verses are no' fittin' for a bairn, and A did wrang ever tae tell them tae ye." However, to get them over as quickly as possible, she went back and repeated them.