..."
But to Tim and Judy it all seemed merely right and natural.
"Come on," cried the boy, pulling his Aunt towards the wood.
"We can look together now. You've got your sign," exclaimed Judy,
tugging at her other hand. "Everything's free and careless, and so are
we."
"Aim for a path," Tim shouted by way of a concession. "Aunty'll go
quicker on a path."
But Aunty was nothing if not decided. "I know a short-cut," she sang.
"Paths are for people who don't know the way. There's no time--to
lose. Dear me! I'm warm already!" She dropped her umbrella.
And, actually dancing and singing, she led the way into the wood,
holding the fern before her like a wand, and happy as a girl let out
of school.
But as they went, Judy, knowing suddenly another thing she didn't
know, made a discovery of her own, an immense discovery. It was bigger
than anything Tim had ever found. She felt so light and swift and
winged by it that she seemed almost to melt into the air herself.
"I say, Tim," she said.
"Yes."
She took her eyes from the sky to see what her feet were doing; Tim
lifted his from the earth to see what was going on above him in the
air.
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