She turned abruptly and led the way to the house.
Sep had a hundred questions to ask, but only a few of them were personal.

Children live in a world of their own, and are not slow to invite those whom they like to come to it, while to the others, they shut the door with a greater frankness than is permissible later in life.
"Father," he explained, "has gone to see old Doy, who is dying." "Is he still dying?
He will never die, I am sure; for he has been trying to do it ever since I remember," laughed Barebone; who was interested, it seemed, in Sep's affairs, and never noticed that Miriam was walking more quickly than they were.
"And I am rather anxious about him," continued Sep, with the gravity that comes of a realised responsibility.

"He moons along, you know, with his mind far away, and he doesn't know the path across the marsh a bit.
He is bound to lose his way, and it is getting dark.

Suppose I shall have to go and look for him." "With a lantern," suggested Loo, darkly, without looking toward Miriam.
"Oh, yes!" replied Sep, with delight.

"With a lantern, of course.