I gave up. "I will tell you one thing," I said, "and then I will let you babble until you run out of queries. I am like a man who has feared lightning all his life, and has now been struck; and I not only survive, but have found it a pleasant experience—"
"Where were you hit by lightning? Where did you get all the thorn scratches?" she asked.
Dy-lee put his hand on my shoulder and said, pointing to Lora, "Zheena! Zheena!"
By which I think he meant to say that females are all alike, and so, patting my girl on her shining head, I grinned across at him and replied, "How right you are, Dy-lee, how very right you are!"
"What did he say?" asked Lora.
"He said that there is nothing in all the fine green world like a woman."
"Well!" said she, "you've learnt a little wisdom in your traveling, I must say!"
"A little," said I, "a little."
And so we journeyed homeward to the glen and our people, we three good new companions, and the dogwolves went before us and gamboled with pleasure in the soft grass of the fields.