THE KITH OF THE ELF-FOLK
And the farmer's wife took the little Wild Thing with the soul of the marshes up to her room, and clothed her and braided her hair, and brought her down again, and gave her the first food that she had ever eaten. Then the farmer's wife asked many questions.
"Where have you come from?" she said.
"Over the marshes."
"From what direction?" said the farmer's wife.
"South," said the little Wild Thing with the new soul.
"But none can come over the marshes from the south," said the farmer's wife.
"No, they can't do that," said the farmer.
"I lived in the marshes."
"Who are you?" asked the farmer's wife.
"I am a Wild Thing, and have found a soul in the marshes, and we are kin to the Elf-folk."
Talking it over afterwards, the farmer and his
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