“Yes. Besides, if you were in the wood you would see things behind the trees; you might think they were shadows, but they’re not: and lights moving about—sparks—”
“Magic?”
“Magic. Stars are magic. There’s one up there. And there are things in trees, and satyrs in the fern, and those that come out of the trees and out of the water are ladies—very beautiful, like Frances—”
“Frances is very plain.”
“That she’s not.”
“She’s so short.”
“Well, the tree-ladies are not very large. If I had a hook of secret lore, that’s the right name—”
“A magic hook?”
“I’d make them come and dance and sing to us.”
“But are there no monsters?” said Mark, stirring the fire.