"The lynx! He will have gone to the burned lands after the rabbits for the summer-hunting." "Anything else on the forest visiting-list?" asked the girl merrily. "Kookooskoss, the owl may hail you." "Pooh! Who's afraid of owls?" She laughed again, and then grew suddenly grave. "But we are talking too much," she said quickly. "There is a little-too-bright colour in your face.