“But I’m not in your way,” said Maya.
“Where are you then? You must be somewhere.”
“Up here. Up above you. In the bluebell.”
“I believe you, but I’m no grasshopper. I can’t turn my head up far enough to see you. Why did you scream?”
“The half of the worm is running away.”
“Yes,” said Bobbie, looking after the retreating fraction, “the creatures are very lively.—I’ve lost my appetite.” With that he threw away the remnant which he was still holding in his hand, and this worm portion also retreated, in the other direction.
Maya was completely puzzled. But Bobbie seemed to be familiar with this peculiarity of worms.
“Don’t suppose that I always eat worms,” he remarked. “You see, you don’t find roses everywhere.”
“Tell the little one at least which way its other half ran,” cried Maya in great excitement.
Bobbie shook his head gravely.