I often had close chances of seeing them, but I always just missed.

Now here was Laddie writing letters and expecting answers; our Big Woods Enchanted, a Magic Carpet and the Queen's daughter becoming our size so she could speak with him.
No doubt the Queen had her grow big as Shelley, when she sent her on an errand to tell Laddie about how to make sunshine; because she was afraid if she went her real size he would accidentally step on her, he was so dreadfully big.
Or maybe her voice was so fine he could not hear what she said.

He had told me I was to hurry, and I had gone as fast as I could until Something jumped; since, I had been settled on that cordwood like Robinson Crusoe on his desert island.

I had to get down some time; I might as well start.
I gripped the letter, slid to the ground, and ran toward the big gate straight before me.

I climbed it, clutched the note again, and ran blindly down the road through the forest toward the creek.