You see there is no road.

It makes itself as we go, so we can't go wrong." Hugh looked straight before him.

It was as Jeanne had said.

The trees grew thick and close in front, only dividing--melting away like a mist--as the quaint little carriage approached them.
Hugh looked at them with fresh surprise.
"Are they not real trees ?" he said.
"Of course they are," said Jeanne.

"Now they're beginning to change; that shows we are getting to the middle of the forest.