"There are simply
millions of trees and nests and--and rabbit-holes all over the place."
They were silent for a moment. Then Judy asked, still more timidly:
"I say, Tim?"
"Well."
"What does he really look like? I can't remember quite. I mean--shall
we recognise him?"
Tim stared at her. "My dear!" he gasped, as though the question almost
shocked him. "Why, he touched me--on the head! I felt it!"
Judy laughed softly; it was only that she wanted to remind herself of
something too precious to be forgotten.
"_I_ kissed him!" she whispered, a hint of triumph in her voice and
eyes.
They stood staring at one another for a little while, weighing the
proofs thus given; then Tim broke the silence with a question of his
own. It was the result of this interval of reflection. It was an
unexpected sort of question:
"Do you know what it is we want?" he asked. "I do," he added
hurriedly, lest she should answer first.
"What?" she said, seeing from his tone and manner that it was
important.
"We shall never, never find him this way," he said decisively.
"What?" she repeated with impatience.
Tim lowered his voice.
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