` An ' do you think your Pa ` ud give me a drink for takin ' you there , Missy ? ' They giggled so at this that they had to run out . Tom picked them both up , set one on each broad shoulder , and tramped across the ferny pasture where the cows puffed milky puffs at them in the moonlight . ` Oh , Puck ! Puck ! I guessed you right from when you talked about the salt . How could you ever do it ? ' Una cried , swinging along delighted . ` Do what ? ' he said , and climbed the stile by the pollard oak . ` Pretend to be Tom Shoesmith , ' said Dan , and they ducked to avoid the two little ashes that grow by the bridge over the brook . Tom was almost running . ` Yes . That 's my name , Mus ' Dan , ' he said , hurrying over the silent shining lawn , where a rabbit sat by the big white-thorn near the croquet ground . ` Here you be . ' He strode into the old kitchen yard , and slid them down as Ellen came to ask questions . ` I 'm helping in Mus ' Spray 's oast-house , ' he said to her . ` No , I 'm no foreigner . I knowed this country ` fore your mother was born ; an ' -- yes , it 's dry work oastin ' , Miss. . Thank you . '
XXXXX went to get a jug , and the children went in -- magicked once more by Oak , Ash , and Thorn !
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