Mrs.Bennett delighted in her and, regarding the Duchess as a sort of adored deity, would have served her lodger on bended knee if custom had permitted.

Robin could always make her hear, and she sat and listened so tenderly to her stories of her grandsons that there grew up between them an absolute affection.
"And yet we don't see each other often," the old fairy woman had said.
"You flit in like, and flit away again as if you was a butterfly, I think sometimes when I'm sitting here alone.

When you come to stay you're mostly flitting about the wood and I only see you bit by bit.

But I couldn't tell you, Miss, my dear, what it's like to me.

You do love the wood, don't you?
It's a fairy place too--same as this is." "It's all fairy, Mrs.Bennett," Robin said.