And -- and -- ' ` Never mind , ' said Una politely . ` He 'll let us come and go and look and know another time . Wo n't you , Puck ? ' ` Another time maybe , ' Puck answered . ` Brr ! It 's cold -- and late . I 'll race you towards home ! ' They hurried down into the sheltered valley . The sun had almost sunk behind Cherry Clack , the trodden ground by the cattle-gates was freezing at the edges , and the new-waked north wind blew the night on them from over the hills . They picked up their feet and flew across the browned pastures , and when they halted , panting in the steam of their own breath , the dead leaves whirled up behind them . There was Oak and Ash and Thorn enough in that year-end shower to magic away a thousand memories . So they trotted to the brook at the bottom of the lawn , wondering why Flora and Folly had missed the quarry-hole fox . Old Hobden was just finishing some hedge-work . They saw his white smock glimmer in the twilight where he faggoted the rubbish . ` Winter , he 's come , I reckon , Mus ' Dan , ' he called . ` Hard times now till Heffle Cuckoo Fair . Yes , we 'll all be glad to see the Old Woman let the Cuckoo out o ' the basket for to start lawful Spring in England . ' They heard a crash , and a stamp and a splash of water as though a heavy old cow were crossing almost under their noses . Hobden ran forward angrily to the ford . ` Gleason 's bull again , playin ' Robin all over the Farm !
Oh , look , XXXXX ' Dan -- his great footmark as big as a trencher .
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