She opened her tiny black beads of eyes as wide as she could, but gave no other sign of having noticed the invaders of the old barn's drowsy peace.

She had seen such excitement before, and never known any harm to come of it.

And she hated flying out into the full glare of the sun.
"But there is such a thing, you know, as being a bit too calm and self-possessed.

As the hay got higher up in the mow, beyond the eaves, and almost up to the level of the topmost beam, one of the farm hands noticed the little bat hanging under the ridgepole.

He was one of those dull fools, not cruel at heart, perhaps, but utterly without imagination, who, if they see something interesting, are apt to kill it just because they don't know any other way to show their interest.