She lifted her bonnet to replace it and brushed against a bush beside her.

WHIRR, almost into her face, went a nighthawk stretched along a limb for its daytime nap.

Mrs.
Duncan cried out and sprang down the trail, alighting on a frog that was hopping across.

The horrible croak it gave as she crushed it sickened her.

She screamed wildly and jumped to one side.