I started to climb the tree after her, and she retreated slowly out the limb.

Just as I reached for her, she sprang through the air and landed in the branches of the next tree.

From amid the rustling leaves she peeped out at me and made soft sounds.

I leaped straight for her, and after an exciting chase the situation was duplicated, for there she was, making soft sounds and peeping out from the leaves of a third tree.
It was borne in upon me that somehow it was different now from the old days before Lop-Ear and I had gone on our adventure-journey.

I wanted her, and I knew that I wanted her.