Wistik nodded, and scrambled nimbly down the vines.
Before he went to bed, Johannes stayed a long time—looking at the dark shadows and the shining ivy leaves.
The next day he asked the redbreast if he knew the way to the golden chest. Robinetta listened, in astonishment. Johannes saw the robin nod, and peep askance at Robinetta.
"Not here, not here!" chirped the little bird.
"What do you mean, Johannes?" asked Robinetta.
"Do you not know about it, Robinetta, and where to find it? Are you not waiting for the little gold key?"
"No! no! Tell me—what is that?"
Johannes told her what he knew about the book.
"And I have the little key. I thought you had the golden chest. Is it not so, Birdie?"
But the bird feigned not to hear, and fluttered about among the fresh, bright beech leaves.