“The time is coming,” she flashed, “when I shall do something big and splendid, and good and useful too. But first I want to see what is going on in the world. Deep down in my heart I feel that the time is coming.”
As Maya spoke she felt a hot tide of hope and enthusiasm flood her being.
Puck seemed not to realize how serious she was, and how deeply stirred. He zigzagged about in his flurried way for a while, then asked:
“You don’t happen to have any honey with you, do you, my dear?”
“I’m so sorry,” replied Maya. “I’d gladly let you have some, especially after you’ve entertained me so pleasantly, but I really haven’t got any with me.—May I ask you one more question?”
“Shoot,” said Puck. “I’ll answer, I’ll always answer.”
“I’d like to know how I could get into a human being’s house.”
“Fly in,” said Puck sagaciously.
“But how, without running into danger?”
“Wait until a window is opened. But be sure to find the way out again. Once you’re inside, if you can’t find the window, the best thing to do is to fly toward the light. You’ll always find plenty of windows in every house. You need only notice where the sun shines through. Are you going already?”