A voice came to him from the tree-top, and as he looked upward he saw the same bright face which had greeted him over the top of the bushes.

Below it was a great bunch of heavy leaves.
"So you have come to call on me, have you ?" said the lady in the tree.
"I am glad to see you, but I'm sorry that I cannot ask you to come upstairs.

I am not receiving." "He could not come up if he wanted to," said Lena; "he couldn't climb a tree like that." "And he doesn't want to," cried the nymph of the bay-tree.

"I have been up here all the morning," said she, "looking for ships, but not one have I seen." "Isn't that a tiresome occupation ?" asked Dickory.
"Not altogether," she said.

"The branches up here make a very nice seat, and I nearly always bring a book with me.