"One which would grow up with proper fear and respect for Hafiz," he said, smilingly, perplexed by the rapid sequence of her moods.
"A collie?"
"If you like."
"I wonder," she murmured, "whether they are safe for children—" She looked up laughing: "Isn't it odd! I simply cannot seem to free my mind of children whenever I think about that house."
As they moved along the path toward the new home he said: "What was it you saw in the woods?"
"Children."
"Were they—real?"
"No."
"Had they died?"
"They have not yet been born," she said in a low voice.