"Speak low, White Cloud. We are coming to the rocky hillside. We must listen, for we may hear them drumming."
"I wish we could! We would run and try to see them."
"It would be far better for us to turn and run the other way. The Little People do not like to be disturbed. If they should see us, they might cast a spell on us."
"What harm would that do us?" asked the child.
"We would forget where we are going and who we are. We might wander in the woods until we starved, for we could never find the trail home."
"How do the Little People look, and what do they do? Does anyone know?"
"They are handsome little men, smaller than the tiniest babies. By daylight they drum and dance, for they are very fond of music.
"If they are not disturbed, they are very kind and helpful, especially to those who are in trouble. They do not like to be seen, and will never work if a man or woman, or even a child, is in sight.