“Oh, just where you found me.”
“What did she say when she left you?”
“Didn’t I tell you? She said she was going to ask a boy to tell her which was the nearest way to get to the house.”
“Which house?”
“Lady’s house.”
“My dear, do you mean Goblin Hall?”
“’Course I do. Everybody knows Lady’s house is named Goblin Hall.”
“And do you think it is anywhere near this place?”
“I don’t know. I reckon it is. Not among the houses, though. Among the hills, and woods, and the trees and flowers. That’s where Lady’s house is.”
By this time the elfin child had eaten up all her “bread and butter with sugar on it,” and had drank up all her milk, and seemed satisfied—for the time being, at least.