It is only trees and trees, till one is sick of them. I think you had better not go near her. In such talk as this the night wore on. When supper was finished, which lasted some time, my hostess conducted me to my chamber. For they frequently pass the window, and even enter the room sometimes.
Strange creatures spend whole nights in it, at certain seasons of the year.
I am used to it, and do not mind it. No more does my little girl, who sleeps in it always. In the morning I awoke refreshed, after a profound and dreamless sleep. The sun was high, when I looked out of the window, shining over a I did not believe in Fairy Land wide, undulating, cultivated country. Various garden-vegetables were growing beneath my window.