"Oo-er," boomed the Ancestor thunderously.
"So this is how it feels!" said John to himself.
"Oh, Johnnie!" said Pat.
The garden had learned that dance now. It was simple once you got the hang of it. All you had to do, if you were a tree, was to jump up and down, while, if you were a lawn, you just went round and round. So the trees jumped up and down and the lawn went round and round, and John stood still in the middle of it all, admiring it.
"Oh, Johnnie," said Pat. "What on earth shall I do?"
"Go on just like you are now."
"But about Hugo, I mean."
Hugo? Hugo? John concentrated his mind. Yes, he recalled now, there had been some little difficulty about Hugo. What was it? Ah, yes.
"Pat," he said, "I love you. Do you love me?"
"Yes."