(The owl calls again, and is answered by its mate; and then they seem to be flying round and round Krindlesyke, hooting shrilly.)
Ralph:
Oh, there it is again!
Grannie, I’m freckened ...
Judith:
Its an ellerish yelling:
I never heard ...
Ralph:
What’s in the other room?
I want my dad and mammy.
Judith:
You’re overtired.
Come, I’ll undress you, and tuck you into bed:
And you’ll sleep sound, my lamb, as sound and snug
As a yeanling in a maud-neuk.
Nicholas: