Then she picked a fern and a bunch of the thick-growing bluebells and put them in her girdle in such a way that they hid its ugliness.
I did not really know how long she stayed.

I only knew that we were happy, and that, though her way of playing was in some ways different from mine, I loved it and her.

Presently the mist lifted and the sun shone, and we were deep in a wonderful game of being hidden in a room in a castle because something strange was going to happen which we were not told about.

She ran behind a big gorse bush and did not come back.

When I ran to look for her she was nowhere.