When she stopped to speak with him her talk was "just nonsense, you know." Unconsciously, by the end of the third day he had looked up twice or thrice from his delving, asking himself why she was late.
And what (do you suppose) did Corona seek in the kitchen garden?
She too, unknowing, was lonely.

Unknowing, this child felt a need for children, companions.

Uncle Copas's doll--well meant and priced at 1s.

3d .-- had somehow missed to engage her affections.

She could not tell him so, but she hated it.
Like every woman-child of her age she was curious about babies.
She had heard, over in America, that babies came either at early morning or at shut of eve, and were to be found in parsley beds.