Maria stood by laughing.
The child was fairly screaming with mirth.
A graceful figure passed the window, its garments tightly wrapped by the wind, flying out like a flag behind.

Harry set the little girl down at once.
"Here is mamma coming," said he.

"Go to sister and she will show you the pictures in the book papa brought home the other day." Evelyn obeyed.

She was a docile little thing, and she had a fear of her mother without knowing why.

She was sitting beside Maria, looking demurely at the pictures which her sister pointed out to her, when Ida entered.
"See the horsey running away," said Maria.