But Pete he heard and all Pete's people, too.

And the gray mist things come out and danced along the mountain, 'cause they was so glad you come.

And Pete went with you along the Old Trail.
Course, though, you didn't know.

Do you like Pete's people, Mister ?" He waved his hands to include the forest, the mountains and the sky; and there was a note of anxiety in the sweet voice as he asked again: "Do you like Pete's friends ?" "Yes, indeed, I like your friends," replied Mr.Howitt, heartily; "and I would like to be your friend too, if you will let me.

What is your other name ?" The boy shook his head; "Not me; not me;" he said; "do you like Pete ?" The man was puzzled.