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Updated: June 2, 2025
"I'll lay it just as it is flat out on the table, and Miss Helma will see it the moment she comes in." "Thank you," answered Kitty. "And now I must go. Be sure you give it to her her the instant she returns, and tell her to come straight to me with the money, for I must send it off to-night whatever happens. It is a money transaction; and you understand, don't you? What is your name?"
There was a long stillness while Eric looked down into the green depths of the water. At last he asked, "But how could I ever get across the sea? And when I got there how could I get back?" "Time enough to think about getting back when you are there," laughed Wild Star. "But as to getting there, Helma is the one to tell you that. She has been an Earth Child, too, you know.
"No coom yet," insists Helma in her wooden way. That's all I can get out of her, too. It wasn't that she'd had orders to say Auntie wasn't at home, or didn't care to receive just then. Helma sticks to the simple statement that Auntie hasn't come back. "But say," I protests; "we just trailed her here. Get that? We was right on her heels when she struck the elevator. And the Captain was with her."
They had not bathed in the "bird bath" since Helma had gone away. They never seemed to have time, or else they were too sleepy. Now they no more thought of baths than they thought of breakfast. Eric followed Ivra, who knew all the ways in the forest, to the spot where Wild Star was most likely to be, if he was to be found at all on such a windy, perfect day.
And so, it being true that never again should he go back to that unchildlike life that had frightened him so, and tired him so, all the breaths he drew felt like sighs of relief, and he turned his shaggy little head on his arm, crooked under it, and watched Helma's flying brown fingers with glad eyes. "What shall it be?" asked Helma.
"No, no. Mother doesn't want us to visit you." But Eric said, "May I open the cage door and the window and see the bird flash away? I should like that." "No. Well, perhaps," said the Beautiful Wicked Witch. "Will you come then?" "I can't, I suppose, if Mother Helma doesn't want me to. Are you sure she doesn't, Ivra?" Ivra was sure. The Beautiful Wicked Witch laughed then.
Eric knew, however, for he had lived nine years, remember, where most everything a little boy wanted was against the law. "But why do they stay?" Eric asked. Helma looked a little grave. "Why did you stay, dear, for nine long years?" He thought a minute. "I hadn't seen the magic beckoning," he answered then.
First they went to Nora's farm and before they had waited many minutes in the shadow of the trees on the edge of the field Nora came from the door carrying their jug of milk. They ran to meet her and tell her not to leave any more milk until they should come back. How glad the old woman was to see Helma. "I thought spring would bring you," she said. "Spring frees everything."
He was alone, lying beneath a silver birch, his head among the star flowers. He knew that Helma and Ivra had not wanted to wake him, but had gone home when the moon set, and were waiting breakfast for him there now. So he jumped up and ran home through the dew. It was on the hottest day of all the hot days of summer that Eric found the deepest place in the Forest.
They cheered each other as best they could, drank a lot of the fresh milk and ate some nuts. They wanted to get away into the forest again and forget the empty house, so they did not try to cook anything. They played hard all the afternoon. Towards twilight it grew warmer and began to snow, great wet flakes. They ran home, leaping the hedge again. The house was still empty. Helma was not there.
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