“Are you going to be giants again?” said Arminel, curiously.
The dwarf smiled.
“That I cannot tell you,” he said, as he shook his head; “and what does it matter? In some far-off land we shall again be happy, for we shall have learnt our lesson.”
And before the sisters had time to speak, he had disappeared; only the same little rustle among the bushes was to be heard for a moment or two. Then all was silent, till a faint “tu-whit—” from an owl waking up in the distance, and the first glimmer of the moonlight among the branches, warned Arminel and Chloe that it was time for them to be turning homewards.
Chapter Seven.
The Summer Princess.
All was silent too in the little kitchen as the old woman’s voice died away and the click of her knitting-needles ceased.
Alix was the first to speak.