there was any such thing as a lane. There were little fairy glades where they could dance together—glades bordered with ferns and carpeted with moss.
Fleuriss and Eepersip lived there enchanted day Fleuriss and after day, and although they often saw the sea, they did not wish to leave the hill. Fleuriss spoke about several times, but Eepersip would hurriedly change the subject. That range of blue hills seemed to be calling her—she would forget the sea for a while, until the next year. After they had stayed where they were for some time, they would go on and on to the blue hills, and perhaps explore the great snowy mountains beyond. She could manage with Fleuriss somehow.
One day they went exploring farther than ever toward the east. They followed a narrow path, winding, winding through the bushes. And then it curved around toward the north-east and led through low laurel-trees, and here Eepersip stopped to make for Fleuriss a crown of the blossoms. And again the path turned and came on to a broader gravel road all bordered with gorgeous roses of red and white, and Fleuriss was very much surprised at their magnificent beauty. But Eepersip was distressed. So they had come to a place where there were roads, houses, and people! But
