"What an antic! I thought you were going to pull up the rose bush with
your heels! What are you doing that for?"
Bunny's hands were on her shoulders. He was plainly enjoying himself
thoroughly. "I'm feeling for the wings," he explained. "I'll swear you
never jumped it. Where do you keep 'em?"
She drew herself away from his touch. "No, I haven't got any. They don't
grow on people like me. Don't let's stay here! I feel as if we're being
watched."
It was then that Maud spoke from her window in her quiet gentle voice
that yet held a certain authority.
"Bunny, bring our visitor up to see me!"
Both Bunny and his companion started and looked up, and Maud saw the
girl's face fully for the first time--a nervous little face with haunting
wide blue eyes made more intense by the short thick black lashes that
surrounded them, eyes that seemed to plead for kindness. There was charm
about the pointed chin and a good deal of sweetness about the moulding of
the mouth. But it was the eyes that held Maud's attention. They were the
eyes of a creature who has known the wild agony of fear and is not easily
reassured. Yet the face was the face of a child.
She leaned out a little further on her sill and addressed the stranger.
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