'Maybe.'
'If you don't, you must learn to. And if you don't know what you want, you'll come to smash.'
'But when I do know, folk take it off me.'
A long, mournful cry came down the passages.
Hazel screamed.
'Be that the lady as no gold comforts?' she whispered.
'No, you silly girl. It's a barn owl. But she's said to cry in the coppy on Midsummer night.'
'Things crying out as have been a long while hurted,' murmured Hazel.
'To-night's Midsummer. Was she little, like me?'
'I don't know.'
'Did summat strong catch a holt of her?'