And as she turned she saw the four children.

The white dresses of Jane and Anthea stood out like snow against the dark forest background.

She screamed and the pitcher fell, and the water was spilled out over the hard mud surface and over the fish, which had fallen too.

Then the water slowly trickled away into the deep cracks.
'Don't be frightened,' Anthea cried, 'we won't hurt you.' 'Who are you ?' said the girl.
Now, once for all, I am not going to be bothered to tell you how it was that the girl could understand Anthea and Anthea could understand the girl.

YOU, at any rate, would not understand ME, if I tried to explain it, any more than you can understand about time and space being only forms of thought.