She imagined any child would have feared Lassiter.

And Fay Larkin had been a lonely, a solitary elf of the sage, not at all an ordinary child, and exquisitely shy with strangers.

She watched Lassiter with great, round, grave eyes, but showed no fear.

The rider gave Jane a favorable report of cattle and horses; and as he took the seat to which she invited him, little Fay edged as much as half an inch nearer.

Jane replied to his look of inquiry and told Fay's story.