“Hallo! Up with the lark!”
“Let’s go down to the Wilderness.”
“Come along, Queen Mab.”
“I’ve only got to put my frock on.”
“You’re just the very thing I want.”
CHAPTER XXI
THE WOMAN’S EYES IN THE EYES OF A CHILD
Lynette asked her father to tell her a story. They were walking through the wet bracken on the edge of the larch wood, Canterton holding the child’s hand.
“Presently, little Beech Leaf. A good fairy is talking to me, and I must listen.”