"Lieutenant Burrell, this is my sister, Molly Gale, and this is my little brother John." Both round-eyed elfs made a ducking courtesy and blinked at the soldier, who gained his feet awkwardly, a flush rising into his cheeks.
From the regions at the rear of the store came the voice of an Indian woman calling: "Necia! Necia!" "Coming in a moment!" the girl called back; then, turning to the young officer, she added, quietly: "Mother needs me now.

Good-bye!".