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The dew lay thick and white on the grass; hips and haws made bright splashes of colour in the early morning sunlight; the robins sang, the larks soared, the woodpeckers tapped -- but Danny noticed none of them. With his hands behind him and his head bent, he walked across the field, deep in thought.
Last night, with the pale moon and the red glow of the fire, and the tramp's sad story, all seemed like a strange dream. And what he had said, himself, seemed like a dream too, for he had promised the tramp that he would undertake to find his lost daughter.