We would rather not know." "Where do the babies come from first ?" "From the wood--always.

There is no other place they can come from." She knew where they came from last, and thought nothing else was to be known about their advent.
"How often do you find one ?" "Such a happy thing takes all the glad we've got, and we forget the last time.

You too are glad to have him--are you not, good giant ?" "Yes, indeed, I am!" I answered.

"But how do you feed him ?" "I will show you," she rejoined, and went away--to return directly with two or three ripe little plums.

She put one to the baby's lips.
"He would open his mouth if he were awake," she said, and took him in her arms.
She squeezed a drop to the surface, and again held the fruit to the baby's lips.