He walked through a broad meadow, covered with tall grass and weeds, up a hill and down into a valley and then up another hill and down again.
It seemed to Ervic that he had walked miles and miles.

Indeed the moon sank low and day was beginning to dawn when finally he discovered by the roadside a pretty little cottage, painted purple with white trimmings.

It was a lonely place--no other buildings were anywhere about and the ground was not tilled at all.

No farmer lived here, that was certain.

Who would care to dwell in such an isolated place?
But Ervic did not bother his head long with such questions.