They don't mind me, of course, but strangers.
The mother remembers that awful day, I expect." "No doubt," said Cheiron; "and who is the 'Long Man' you spoke of as having instigated this outrage ?" "He is the man of business, he was the bailiff once, but is a house agent now in Applewood.

And whenever he comes something has to go--we all dread it.

Last Michaelmas it was the Chippendale dining-room chairs--" "I know him then--I bought my cottage from him.

I suppose all this is necessary, because he seemed an honest fellow." "Someone long ago made it necessary--it is not the Aunts' fault--" and then Halcyone stopped abruptly and pointed to the beech avenue which they were approaching now through the bracken, brown and crisp from last year, with only here and there a green shoot showing.
"Queen Mab and the elves live there in May and early June," she said.
"They dance every afternoon as the sun sets, and sometimes in the dawn, too, and the early morning.

You can see them if you keep quite still." "Naturally," said Cheiron.
"Do you know, since last winter I have had a great pleasure," and Halcyone's grave, intent eyes looked up into the old gentleman's face.
"There was a terrible storm in February--but can you really keep a secret ?"--and then, as he nodded his head seriously, she went on.