"That's just why. You've got to learn. And then you'll be able to come out with me. Come out to the forest one day, and I'll show you something."
"What'll that be, I'd like to know? Only your ugly old stacks of wood."
"Why, as to that, they're none so ugly, after all. And I'll lift you up and set you on top of the highest of all…. No, that wasn't what I meant. But you ought to see…. Out there in the forest, it's a different world altogether. Roads and villages of its own—ay, and churches and priests…."
"What nonsense you do talk!" laughed the girl.
"'Tis true, though, for all that. Come out with me, and see if it's not as I say…. Come now, there's plenty of time."
"What are you thinking of? Of course we couldn't go now—nor any other time."
"Yes, we can. And now best of all."
He went across to the corner by the cupboard, took a woollen wrap that had been hung on the line to dry, and fastened it laughingly round her head.
"There—now we're ready."
The girl laughed doubtfully, took off the wrap again, and stood hesitating.