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I afraid!

You remember what happened at Lundë?

[They go off, laughing, to the dancing-green.

[In the doorway of the house.]

Are you not the lad that was wanting to dance?

Of course it was me; don't you know me again?

[Takes her hand.

Come, then!

We mustn't go far, mother said.

Mother said! Mother said! Were you born yesterday?

Now you're laughing!

Why sure, you are almost a child. Are you grown up?

I read with the pastor last spring.

Tell me your name, lass, and then we'll talk easier.