'He's written his great Story--our story. It's finished!'
'I don't know,' he said casually to the others, as they stood talking
a few minutes in the salon before going over to the Den, 'if you'd
like to hear it; but I've got a new creature for the Wumble Book. It
came to me while I was thinking of something else---'
'Thinking of one thing while you were thinking of another!' cried
Monkey. It described exaccurately his state of mind sometimes.
'---and I jotted down the lines on my cuff. So it's not very perfect
yet.'
Mother had him by the arm quickly. Mlle. Vuillemot was hovering in his
neighbourhood, for one thing. It seemed to her they floated over,
almost flew.
'It's a Haystack Woman,' he explained, once they were safely in the
Den grouped about him. 'A Woman of the Haystack who is loved by the
Wind. That is to say, the big Wind loves her, but she prefers the
younger, handsomer little Winds, and---'
He was not allowed to finish. The children laid his cuff back in a
twinkling, drawing up the coat sleeve.
'But surely I know that,' Mother was saying. 'I've heard of her before
somewhere. I wonder where?' Others were saying the same thing. 'It's
not new.'
'Impossible,' said Daddy, 'for the idea only came to me this morning
while I was---'
'Thinking of something else,' Monkey again finished the sentence for
him.
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