She wisks indignantly back into her hole.

Somebody else sees her alarm, and follows her example, and in two seconds it's gone all about the place that you're not a stump or a stone or a harmless dead thing waiting to be nibbled at, but a terrible enemy lying in wait for them all.

So you see how important it is to keep still, with the real stillness of dead things." The Child winked his eyes rapidly.

"But I can't keep from _winking_, Uncle Andy," he protested.

"I'll promise not to wiggle my fingers or wrinkle my nose.