She rolled her frightened, tearful blue eyes over her shoulder at him, and began to run too, and the cosset lamb cantered faster at her heels; but Jerome soon gained on them.
"Stop, can't ye ?" he sang out.

"Ain't goin' to hurt ye.

What ye 'fraid of ?" He laid his hand on her green-shawled shoulders, and she stood panting, her little face looking up at him, half reassured, half terrified, from her blue silk hood-frills and her curls.
"Like sas'fras ?" inquired Jerome, with a lordly air.

An emperor about to bestow a largess upon a slave could have had no more of the very grandeur of beneficence in his mien.
Lucina nodded meekly.
Jerome drew out a great handful of strange articles from his pocket, and they might, from his manner of handling them, have been gold pieces and jewels.

There were old buttons, a bit of chalk, and a stub of slate-pencil.