with one bound she crossed the stream , and clambered on to the stone . she was right . someone was talking underneath it , far down in the ground . she put her ear close to the stone , and listened . the voice of the queer little old woman came up through the hole . " ho , ho , my pretty little wench little knows that my name is habetrot . " full of curiosity , maisie put her eye to the opening , and the strangest sight that she had ever seen met her gaze . she seemed to be looking through a telescope into a wonderful little valley . the trees there were brighter and greener than any that she had ever seen before and there were beautiful flowers , quite different from the flowers that grew in her country . the little valley was carpeted with the most exquisite moss , and up and down it walked her tiny friend , busily engaged in spinning .
in the ground .
where did the little old woman hide ?
where did the little old woman hide ?