25/68 A pair of yellow wagtails arrived and played at hide-and-seek among the stuccoed pillars. The little dry scratch of their claws was heard clearly in the still air. Dickson had almost fallen asleep when a smothered exclamation from Heritage woke him to attention. A girl had appeared in the verandah. She seemed to be clad in bright colours, for something red was round her shoulders and her hair was bound with an orange scarf. |