Seppli took this information without any doubt, for he did not know that he had been seven years old some time ago, and that he had grown more in breadth than in height.
"What do you do all day long, Seppli?" asked Rita.
Seppli had to think about it a long time. Finally he said:
"I know where there are red flowers."
This word fell like a burning spark into Rita's heart. Suddenly she saw a bush with flaming red roses somewhere in the woods, and everything in her longed for the wonderful flowers.
"COME, LET US GO THERE QUICKLY!"
"Where, where? Seppli, where are the flowers? Come, let us go there quickly!" and Rita had already seized Seppli's hand and drawn him along. But Seppli followed rather slowly.
"There," he said, and pointed with his finger to the woods above.
"Oh, can you go there into the big forest?" said Rita expectantly, pulling Seppli along with all her might.