He sat, his breast a vacancy where lately so much emotion had been, and presently two gay little voices chirped in the yard behind him. They called his name; and he turned to behold his fair friends. They were looking brightly at him over the hedge.
“Mamma called me to come in,” Daisy said.
“So’d mine,” said Elsie.
“Mamma told me I better stay in the house while that ole coloured woman was out here,” Daisy continued. “Mamma said she wasn’t very nice.”
“So’d mine,” Elsie added.
“What did you do, Laurence?” Daisy asked.
“Well——” said Laurence. “They’re gone down that alley.”
“Come on in,” Daisy said eagerly. “We’re goin’ to play I-Spy. It’s lots more fun with three. Come on!”
“Come on!” Elsie echoed. “Hurry, Laurence.”
He went in, and a moment later, unconcernedly and without a care in the world, or the recollection of any, began to play I-Spy with the lady of his heart and her next neighbour.