“So to-night you will lie in wait for the duck?” she asked.
“Yes, I shall wait.”
“Good.”
Her voice had a melodious, silvery ring. I questioned her:
“That seems strange to you?”
“No,” she said, turning her head away; “but aren’t you afraid?”
“Of what should I be afraid?”
“Of the fairy of the lake,” she replied with conviction.
“Of the water lady? Who is this fairy of the lake?”
“What? Do you not know? The fairy of the lake.”