I don’t see how a violet’s shown You that. Tell me it all again. CLIMBER [_Jumping up, with a nervous laugh._] Oh dear! I wish I could explain Better. But it’s the sort of thing You’ll have to find alone. I’m off to bring The others. I’ll be back in a minute. [_She runs away, with a very red face. Finn yawns, sighs, and, picking a violet, sniffs and sniffs again._] FINN Delicious! I believe there’s something in it! [_He puts the violet in his buttonhole._] Even if it isn’t much It’s something I could almost touch A morsel of just now. [_Enter the Listener, whistling, and chipping himself a whistle out of an alder branch._] FINN Hallo! Where are the others? LISTENER Patching up the boat a bit in smothers Of spray. The wind seems blowing this way. [_He waves his hand in the direction in which the Climber has gone._] Still feeling sick? FINN Certainly not. I wasn’t sick! LISTENER Oh! I thought that was why You wouldn’t come down to tea, When you said you wished we’d let you die. FINN [_Hastily._] Certainly not! LISTENER Then why—— FINN [_Hurriedly._] There’s a sort of spell on me. I can’t consider common stuff like tea Until I have found the one that considers me. LISTENER [_Sympathetically._] I say! How beastly! Worse than being in love. FINN [_Indignantly._] Not at all! It’s not the least the same. LISTENER [_Innocently._] Why? What’s the difference? FINN [_Crossly._] Oh, go away! How should I know? LISTENER Would you like to hear what I heard up above The tree-tops, before I came Out of the wood? FINN [_Crossly._] Not unless it’s easily understood. LISTENER [_Cheerily._] Oh yes! It’s the sort of thing that any child could guess. [_He begins to pipe a very cheery little tune, and then stops and looks at Finn enquiringly._] FINN [_Brightening._] That’s not bad. Go on! LISTENER [_Beginning to sing._]