'I mun stay,' she amended, weak in her undefended smallness, and very tired. She turned back to the fire. But the instinct that had awakened as childhood died clamoured within her and would not let her rest.
She softly took off the silk dress, and put on her own.
She picked up the wreath-frames with a sigh and opened the door again. She would have a long, wild walk home, but she could creep in through her bedroom window, which would not latch, and she could make a great fire of dry broom and brew some tea.
'And I'll let Foxy in and eat a loaf, I will, for I'm clemmed!' she said.
She slipped out through the door that had seen so many human lives come and go. Even as she went, the door betrayed her, for Reddin, coming from the kitchen, saw her through the upper panes.
Chapter 5
'I be going home-along,' she said, but he pulled her in and shut the door.
'Why did you want to go?'
'I'm alost in this grand place.'
'Your hair's grander than anything in the place. And your eyes are like sherry.'