“Why no; we never thought of it.”
“It don’t make no odds,” said the mole. “’Twaren’t dere.”
“There?” said Elfrida. “Then we’re here? We’re now again, I mean? We’re not then?”
“Oh, you’re now, sure enough,” said the mole, “and won’t you catch it! Dame Honeysett’s been raising the countryside arter ye. Next time ye go gallivantin’ into old ancient days you’d best set the clock back. Young folks don’t know everything. Get along down and take your scolding.
“What must be must.
If you can’t get crumb, you must put up with crust.
Good-bye.”
It ran under one of the chests, and Edred and Elfrida were left looking at each other in the attic between the rows of chests.
“Do you like adventures?” said Edred slowly.
“Yes,” said Elfrida firmly; “and so do you. Come along down.”