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Updated: June 2, 2025
"You don't really believe in it, do you?" the red-headed girl was asking. "If you do, better not. Grown-ups will laugh at you." "Nora, your grandmother, won't laugh," said Eric. "She knows Ivra well enough, and Helma, too." "Oh, yes," said the jolliest boy. "But she is queer. We love her, and she's a fine grandmother, I can tell you. And she tells the best stories.
"I saw a white fire spring over the rail," whispered Olaf Huldricksson. "It whirled round and round, and it shone like like stars in a whirlwind mist. There was a noise in my ears. It sounded like bells little bells, ja! Like the music you make when you run your finger round goblets. It made me sick and dizzy the hell noise. "My Helma was indeholde what you say in the middle of the white fire.
But Helma thought they had better, for no one knew where, when or how their next meal would be. Of course, though, it was hard to eat. You know yourself how you feel about food when you are going on an adventure. However the bowls of cereal were swallowed somehow. Then the stoutest sandals were strapped on, and the three were ready to set out.
Helma stood watching until their little forms had flickered out of sight among tree-shadows. Then she sped down the starlit avenue towards the open fields and the town. Ivra and Eric ran until the stars were almost lost to them under the snow roof of the forest. Once Eric stopped to tie his sandal-string which had loosened and was bothering him. Then the stillness of the world startled him.
Most Forest People like to be the color of their world. They often laugh at us. But I like brown. Ivra makes me think of a brown, blown leaf, and now here will be two of them! You can blow together all over the forest." Eric's eyes swam in sudden, happy tears, but he only said, "Nora wore red." "Oh, she's not one of us," laughed Helma. "But she's lived close to us so long, she is able to see us.
"Your place is where you were born-in a fine house and wearing clothes like other people. Heels indeed! Did you expect them to do any thing else but bother? Mine have bothered for sixty years, but you haven't heard me complain." "Neither would I," Helma said, "if I didn't know about other kinds of shoes that don't hurt. Those sandals I wore when you caught me didn't hurt.
But after a little he knew it was not Helma's little forest house that was to go swinging away into space and adventure, it was himself. And suddenly he wanted to go then, to the sea and over and beyond. He called the news in to Helma and Ivra, who were still within doors. Helma came swiftly out to him. "The trees are beckoning again, mother," he cried.
I think the Tree Mother sank down in her air-boat to look in at them and open the door wide, which they had forgotten, so they would have fresh air all night; but it was dark, and the room was shadowy, so perhaps it was only the wind. After all, Mother Helma was not there the next morning, nor the next, nor the next. She did not come back for days and days and days.
When the children woke the next morning, there was no Helma. Her bed had not been slept in. They had been too sleepy the night before to wonder at her absence, but now they could hardly believe their eyes. The room was strange and lonely without her. The fire had died in the night. They sat up in their beds and talked about it. "She always comes back before bedtime," said Ivra.
Then Helma pointed out to Spring where she wanted the seeds to be, violets here, roses there, lilies there, pansies there and daisies there. Spring gave some seeds to the children and sowed some himself. Helma sat on the door stone and joyously directed the work. By twilight the garden was done, and Spring went away with his Earth Giants.
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