A boy came dancing into the court, singing,—
“O, whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad!
O, whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad!”
But he danced out again, without leaving a penny behind him; so it would have been just as well if he had never come in. Still, he amused himself for a few minutes, which not many people were able to do in that hot July midday.
Puppet went from the little court, and wandered on and on. At last she left the city far away behind her.
And out and away from the city there were green fields.
Puppet had heard of green fields, but she had never seen any face to face before. As she looked at them, she had a dim remembrance that she had heard that they were covered with long, waving grass. But all these fields were close shaven, like the beautiful mouse-colored horses in the city.
It was pleasant, but not very exciting to a city girl. The city girl presently grew tired of it.
“There seem to be houses farther along,” she said; “I’ll go and play there.”
Puppet slung the little guitar about her little neck, and started off again.
Presently she came to a cottage with a little green yard in front of it, and in the middle of the little green yard was a great green tree.