CHAPTER IV.
THE FOREST OF THE RAINBOWS.
"Rose and amethyst, gold and grey." "ONCE." Hugh felt rather offended.

It was natural that he should do so, I think.
At least I am sure that in his place I too should have felt hurt.

He had said nothing to make the raven speak in that disagreeably sarcastic way.
"I wish Jeanne were here," he said to himself; "she would think of something to put him down a little." But aloud he said nothing, so, great was his surprise, when the raven coolly remarked in answer to his unspoken thoughts, "So Jeanne could put me down, you think?
I confess, I don't agree with you.

However, never mind about that.

We shall be very good friends in time.