Then she softly opened her window and waited.
"It was dusk when Andrew went away.

Fortunately old Hugh did not come to the door with him.

As Andrew untied his horse Ursula threw the ball with such good aim that it struck him, as she had meant it to do, squarely on the head.

Andrew looked up at her window.

She leaned out, put her finger warningly on her lips, pointed to the ball, and nodded.