come walking down the valley, looking for Lorna. One o them the biggest of them all, a man with a long black beard found her. "Here she is," he said. "Here's our little Queen." He picked her up and kissed her so hard that I heard him. Then he put her on his shoulders, and carried her away. But as she went up the valley on the back of this frightening man, Lorna turned and secretly held up her hand to me. Now I had to find a way out of the valley and get home. I almost broke my neck several times, climbing down mountain, and I did not get home until long after dark. My mother was angry with me, but I would not say where I had been After my adventure, I thought a lot about the strange little girl I had met in Doone valley. But I never really imagined I would go back to the valley again. So after a while I thought less about her, and got on with my work