The man started, and looked at her. "What you think, Snow-white?"
"Yes! I think you are talking puffick foolishness. I don't know one word what you are saying, and I don't believe do you either."
"No more I do, Snow-white. I think this is enough story, don't you? You see I was right, it didn't matter what became of the dwarf. Let us come out and feed the birds."
"Let's," said the child.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
THE KEY OF THE FIELDS.
"The question before the court is, what next?"
It was Mark Ellery who spoke. He was sitting on the green at the foot of the buttonwood-tree. It was noon, and the birds were all quiet, save one confidential titmouse, who had come to make a call, and was perched on the tip of the dwarf's shoe, cocking his bright eye at him expressively.
"Tweet-tweet," said the titmouse.
"Precisely," said the dwarf. "What next?"