"Because they can't leave this country."
There was a sad moment whilst Smaly and Redy thought of the little white house and the three bedrooms. Then they answered together:
"We'll make their gardens here."
"Come and talk to the Chief," said the Short-Legged Man.
But Redy was hungry and so tired she could not walk. The Crow, instead of helping, flew away. He hadn't really got to write anything in a diary, but he had to carry a girl called Fritilla to the tennis-ground, where a lot of young people were going to play tennis.
The Short-Legged Man
Fritilla was a pretty, fair girl with green eyes, whom the Crow had to look after. She was one of the three daughters of the Prisoner, of whom I will tell you later.
But the Short-Legged Man took pity on Redy, and he shouted with his delicious voice out of his froglike mouth, "Papylick!" and this name was repeated as long as the Short-Legged Man did not put his spoonlike finger on his lips.