May and I sat still as mice when the cat is near.

Candace couldn't keep away from the kitchen door to save her, and where mother went I hadn't an idea, but she wasn't getting an extra good supper.

Shelley and Leon were quieter now.

May nudged me, and I saw that his arm around her was gripping her tight, while her hand on his head was patting him and fingering his hair.
Ca-lumph! Ca-lumph! came the funniest sound right on the stone walk leading to the east door, then a shrill whicker that made father drop his pencil.

Leon was on his feet, Shelley beside him, while at the door stood Laddie grinning as if his face would split, and with her forefeet on the step and her nose in the room, stood the prettiest, the very prettiest horse I ever saw.