They go from us.

I am sorry, but we cannot help it.

THEY could have helped it." "How long have you been here ?" I asked, more and more puzzled--in the hope of some side-light on the matter.
"Always, I think," she replied.

"I think somebody made us always." I turned to my scraping.
She saw I did not understand.
"The giants were not made always," she resumed.

"If a Little One doesn't care, he grows greedy, and then lazy, and then big, and then stupid, and then bad.