“But I don’t know where we are going,” said the swallow; “how do you know you would like to come?”
“You said it was to a nice place, with sunshine and flowers,” said the child.
“Yes, so it is. I know that, but I don’t know where it is.”
“Do none of you know?”
“No; none of us know exactly.”
“Then how can you find the way?” asked Winifred, with grave interest.
The swallow looked at her with his bright eyes as he answered:
“We cannot lose the way. Something always tells us how to go. It never tells us wrong.”
“And you are not afraid?”
“Oh no!”