There be sounds and to spare in the forest at night.

It is long since I have been troubled by visitors to this lone spot.

The pixies and I have the dell to ourselves.

Ha, ha!" "Robin's voice again!" whispered Cuthbert to himself, creeping forward with the cautious, snake-like movement that he had learned when snaring birds or rabbits to furnish the scanty larder at the Gate House.

He advanced by slow degrees, and soon gained what he desired--a view of his quarry and of the heart of the dell.
In the fading light he could see both plainly.