"What kind of things?"
"Birds, and beasts, and spiders, and flowers. If you have sharp eyes, you can see all manner of queer things."
"A female Jefferies!" thought Dan; then aloud, "You must teach me your woodcraft. I cannot see the marvels you describe."
"How strange! Yes, I'll teach you with pleasure. I shall come to your dell and look at your caravan. Now we must part, Dan. My father expects me home."
"You won't forget your promise," said he, clasping her hand.
"No; I'll come when I can. Goodbye, Dan."
"Goodbye, Meg."
And then they parted. But one, at least, looked forward eagerly to their next meeting. Needless to say, that one was Dan.