But before I entered the room where they sat, the little girl came to me, and looked up in my face, as though she wanted to say something to me.

I stooped towards her; she put her arms round my neck, and her mouth to my ear, and whispered-- "A white lady has been flitting about the house all night." "No whispering behind doors!" cried the farmer; and we entered together.
"Well, how have you slept?
No bogies, eh ?" "Not one, thank you; I slept uncommonly well." "I am glad to hear it.

Come and breakfast." After breakfast, the farmer and his son went out; and I was left alone with the mother and daughter.
"When I looked out of the window this morning," I said, "I felt almost certain that Fairy Land was all a delusion of my brain; but whenever I come near you or your little daughter, I feel differently.

Yet I could persuade myself, after my last adventures, to go back, and have nothing more to do with such strange beings." "How will you go back ?" said the woman.
"Nay, that I do not know." "Because I have heard, that, for those who enter Fairy Land, there is no way of going back.

They must go on, and go through it.