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But I wouldn't." "Why wouldn't you?" asked Joyce. "'Cause I didn't want to be a wood-lady," replied Joan. "Listen to me, darling," said Mother. "Didn't these people whom you call wood-ladies take you away out of the wood? We searched the whole wood, you know, and you weren't there at all." "I was," said Joan. "I was there all the time, an' I heard Walter an' Jenks calling.
A cheeky bird answered with a whistle, and Mother called again. "She said," explained Joyce; "she said she saw a wood-lady, and then she went in there to show me she wasn't afraid." "What's a wood-lady, chick?" asked Mother. "The rascal!" she said, smiling, when Joyce had explained as best she could. "We'll have to go and look for her."
You're trying to frighten me, aren't you?" "I'm not," protested Joan. "I did see a wood-lady. Wood-ladies doesn't hurt you; wood-ladies are nice. You're a coward, Joyce." "I can't help it," said Joyce, sighing. "But I won't go into the dark spots of the wood any more." "Coward," repeated Joan absently, but with a certain relish. "You wouldn't like to go there by yourself!" cried Joyce.
It was a place in the wood wiv grass to sit on and bushes all round, and they gave me dead flowers to play wiv. Howwid old dead flowers!" "Yes," said Mother. "What else?" "There was anuvver little girl there," went on Joan. "Not a wood-lady but a girl like me, what they'd tooked from somewhere. She was wearing a greeny sort of dress like they was, and they wanted me to put one on too.
She wished their success seemed as inevitable to her mother as it did to her. "They're sure to bring her back, Mother," she repeated. "Oh, chick," said Mother, "I keep telling myself so. But I wish I wish." "What, Mother?" "I wish," said Mother in a sudden burst of speech, as if she were confessing something that troubled her; "I wish you hadn't seen that wood-lady."
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