"They always have them," said the boy, blushing for shame of his pretty thought.
"And what are you looking for?" the girl interrupted.
The man made a mocking grimace, and glanced around the glade as if he were afraid of being overheard.
"Dreams," he said bluntly.
The girl pondered this for a moment.
"And your knapsack?" she began.
"Yes," said the man, "it's full of them."
The children looked at the knapsack with interest, the girl's fingers tingling to undo the straps of it.
"What are they like?" she asked.
The man gave a short laugh.