Nay，evennow，asIlookonthee，themeadow—sweetthathangethfromthygirdle—steadhaswaxendull，andwelted;andtheblossomingeyebrightthatisforahemtothelittlewhitecoatoftheeisalreadyforgettinghowtobebrightandblue。Whatsayestthouthen？\"
Shelaughedathisword，andstoodstill，andlookedbackoverhershoulder，whilewithherfingersshedealtwiththeflowersabouthersideliketoabirdpreeninghisfeathers。Thenshesaid：\"Isitverilysoasthousayest？Lookagain！\"
Sohelooked，andwondered;forlo！beneathhiseyesthespiresofthemeadow—sweetgrewcrispandclearagain，theeyebrightblossomsshoneoncemoreoverthewhitenessofherlegs;theeglantinerosesopened，andallwasasfreshandbrightasifitwerestillgrowingonitsownroots。
Hewondered，andwasevensomedealaghast;butshesaid：\"Dearfriend，benottroubled！didInottelltheethatIamwiseinhiddenlore？Butinmywisdomshallbenolongeranyscathetoanyman。Andagain，thismywisdom，asItoldtheeerst，shallendonthedaywhereonIammadeallhappy。Anditisthouthatshallwielditall，myMaster。Yetmustmywisdomneedsendureforalittleseasonyet。Letusonthen，boldlyandhappily。\"
CHAPTERXXVI：THEYCOMETOTHEFOLKOFTHEBEARS