The Sword gave the Treasure , and the Treasure gave the Law . It 's as natural as an oak growing . ' ' I do n't understand . Did n't he know it was Sir Richard 's old treasure ? ' said Dan . ` And why did Sir Richard and Brother Hugh leave it lying about ? 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 ' XXXXX , ' he called .
Brr Clack Dan Flora Hobden Puck Richard Una cattle-gates smock