"Yes, I saw you come out--with--that--in your arms." "Who--what--do you suppose it was ?" "I don't know." Then, suddenly,--"Tell me.

Tell me! _Was it she_ ?" "Send them away!" he said to her after a time.

She turned, and those who stood about seemed to catch the wish upon her face.

They fell back for a space, silent, or talking in low tones.
"Come," he said.
He led her a pace or so, about the scanty wall of shrubbery.

He pulled back a bit of old and faded silk, a woman's garment of years ago, from the face of that something which lay there, on a tiny cot, scarce larger than a child's bed.
It was the face of a woman grown, yet of a strangely vague and childlike look.