'What are you up to?' he asked.
She was glad of something to talk about.
'Look! When you get 'un agen the light you can see two little green things standing inside like people in a tent. They think they're safe shut in!' She bent down and called: 'I see yer! I see yer!' laughing.
Reddin was bent on getting back to more satisfactory topics.
'They're just two, like us,' he said.
'Ah! We're like under a tent,' she answered, looking at the arching sky.
'Only there's nobody looking at us.'
'How do you know?' she whispered, looking up gravely. 'I'm thinking there be somebody somewhere out t'other side of that there blue, and looking through like us through this here flower. And if so be he likes he can tear it right open, and get at us.'
Reddin looked round almost apprehensively. Then, as the best way of putting a stop to superstition, he caught her to him and kissed her again.
'That's what tents are for, and what you're for,' he said. But he felt a chill in the place, and Hazel had frightened herself so much that she could not be lured from her aloofness.