'It's all that nice old doctor,' said Maia. 'You see, Rollo, she hasn't told us not to go to the cottage—he's put it all right, I'm sure.'
'Yes, I expect so,' Rollo agreed; and then in a minute or two he added: 'Do you know, Maia, though of course I don't believe in witches turning people into green frogs, or any of that nonsense, I do think there's something funny about that cottage.'
'What sort of something? What do you mean?' asked Maia, looking intensely interested. 'Do you mean something to do with fairies?'
'I don't know—I'm not sure. But we'll see,' said Rollo.
'If we can find it!' said Maia.
'I'm sure we shall find it. It's just because of that that I think there's something queer. It must be true that some people can't find it.'
'Naughty people?' asked Maia apprehensively. 'For you know, Rollo, we're not always quite good.'
'No, I don't mean naughty people. I mean more people who don't care about fairies and wood-spirits, and things like that—people who call all that nonsense and rubbish.'
'I see,' said Maia; 'perhaps you're right, Rollo. Well, any way, that won't stop us finding it, for we certainly do care dreadfully about fairy things, don't we, Rollo? But what about Nanni?' she went on, for Nanni was some steps behind, and had not heard what they were saying.
'Oh, as to Nanni,' said Rollo coolly, 'I shouldn't wonder if she took a nap again, as the old doctor said. Any way, she can't interfere with us after his giving us leave to go wherever we liked.'