Into the child's dirty, disfigured face came a hunted expression; he looked about for an avenue of escape, and Kathleen Severn caught him at the same instant and drew him to her.
"What is it, Scott?
Tell me, darling!" "Nothing....

Yes, there is something.

I opened the front door and let a strange boy and girl in to play with us, and I've just been fighting with him, and we were having such good times--I--" his voice broke--"I can't bear to have them go--so soon----" Kathleen looked at him for a moment, speechless with consternation.
Then: "Where are they, Scott ?" "In the--the hedge." "Out _there_ ?" "Yes." "_Who_ are they ?" "Their names are Duane Mallett and Naida Mallett.

We got them to run away from their nurse.

Duane's such a bully fellow." A sob choked him.
"Come with me at once," said Kathleen.
Behind the rhododendrons smiling peace was extending its pinions; Duane had produced a pocketful of jack-stones, and the three children were now seated on the grass, Naida manipulating the jacks with soiled but deft fingers.
Duane was saying to Geraldine: "It's funny that you didn't know you were rich.