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‘
Oh
!
do
not
say
that
,
’
replied
the
child
,
‘
for
if
ever
anybody
was
true
at
heart
,
and
earnest
,
I
am
.
I
am
sure
you
know
I
am
.
’
‘
Then
how
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
looking
fearfully
round
,
‘
how
can
you
bear
to
think
that
we
are
safe
,
when
they
are
searching
for
me
everywhere
,
and
may
come
here
,
and
steal
upon
us
,
even
while
we
’
re
talking
?
’
‘
Because
I
’
m
sure
we
have
not
been
followed
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
Judge
for
yourself
,
dear
grandfather
:
look
round
,
and
see
how
quiet
and
still
it
is
.
We
are
alone
together
,
and
may
ramble
where
we
like
.
Not
safe
!
Could
I
feel
easy
—
did
I
feel
at
ease
—
when
any
danger
threatened
you
?
’
‘
True
,
too
,
’
he
answered
,
pressing
her
hand
,
but
still
looking
anxiously
about
.
‘
What
noise
was
that
?
’
‘
A
bird
,
’
said
the
child
,
‘
flying
into
the
wood
,
and
leading
the
way
for
us
to
follow
.
’
You
remember
that
we
said
we
would
walk
in
woods
and
fields
,
and
by
the
side
of
rivers
,
and
how
happy
we
would
be
—
you
remember
that
?
But
here
,
while
the
sun
shines
above
our
heads
,
and
everything
is
bright
and
happy
,
we
are
sitting
sadly
down
,
and
losing
time
.
See
what
a
pleasant
path
;
and
there
’
s
the
bird
—
the
same
bird
—
now
he
flies
to
another
tree
,
and
stays
to
sing
.
Come
!
’
When
they
rose
up
from
the
ground
,
and
took
the
shady
track
which
led
them
through
the
wood
,
she
bounded
on
before
,
printing
her
tiny
footsteps
in
the
moss
,
which
rose
elastic
from
so
light
a
pressure
and
gave
it
back
as
mirrors
throw
off
breath
;
and
thus
she
lured
the
old
man
on
,
with
many
a
backward
look
and
merry
beck
,
now
pointing
stealthily
to
some
lone
bird
as
it
perched
and
twittered
on
a
branch
that
strayed
across
their
path
,
now
stopping
to
listen
to
the
songs
that
broke
the
happy
silence
,
or
watch
the
sun
as
it
trembled
through
the
leaves
,
and
stealing
in
among
the
ivied
trunks
of
stout
old
trees
,
opened
long
paths
of
light
.
As
they
passed
onward
,
parting
the
boughs
that
clustered
in
their
way
,
the
serenity
which
the
child
had
first
assumed
,
stole
into
her
breast
in
earnest
;
the
old
man
cast
no
longer
fearful
looks
behind
,
but
felt
at
ease
and
cheerful
,
for
the
further
they
passed
into
the
deep
green
shade
,
the
more
they
felt
that
the
tranquil
mind
of
God
was
there
,
and
shed
its
peace
on
them
.
At
length
the
path
becoming
clearer
and
less
intricate
,
brought
them
to
the
end
of
the
wood
,
and
into
a
public
road
.
Taking
their
way
along
it
for
a
short
distance
,
they
came
to
a
lane
,
so
shaded
by
the
trees
on
either
hand
that
they
met
together
over
-
head
,
and
arched
the
narrow
way
.
A
broken
finger
-
post
announced
that
this
led
to
a
village
three
miles
off
;
and
thither
they
resolved
to
bend
their
steps
.
The
miles
appeared
so
long
that
they
sometimes
thought
they
must
have
missed
their
road
.
But
at
last
,
to
their
great
joy
,
it
led
downwards
in
a
steep
descent
,
with
overhanging
banks
over
which
the
footpaths
led
;
and
the
clustered
houses
of
the
village
peeped
from
the
woody
hollow
below
.
