"Yes," she replied rather doubtfully. "Are there beasts in the woods?"
"Only rabbits, I think."
"We must be very careful, then, 'cos they're very wild creatures, aren't they?"
"Oh, not very wild."
"Will you buy a gun at the gun-sop and soot them and we take them home and eat them?"
Bless the child, I thought, there seems to be no getting her away from this eating business.
"Priscilla," I began again, "in the woods there is a great big lake, with trees and rushes all round it, and there are water-lilies floating about and forget-me-nots at the edge."
Now, I thought, we shall perhaps have something about the lullaby songs of the trees and the willow that does sing by the creek.
"Are there fiss in the lake?" inquired Priscilla.
"Yes," I said, "beautiful shining fish."