"Will you come in?" she said.
"No; let's stay in the wood, if you'll talk to us."
"I've no more tales."
"The old ones, then."
"I must thank you," Edward Webb began, peering upwards at the tall figure whose face was no more to him than a pale oval.
"I've wanted to see you, for I dreamt of you one night," she interrupted. "But I cannot see him in the wood, for all my cat's eyes, Alexander, so you'll have to come in."
She turned into the kitchen and, getting a light from the low fire, held a candle aloft. Edward Webb blinked nervously.
"Did you dream true, Janet?"
"When did I dream false?"
"Tell us the dream."