"Thought she was a blackbird, may be."
"Yes," said Flora, clapping her hands and laughing, "thought she was."
"She was flying away from the musk."
"No!"
"I believe she was," said Charley, solemnly, "and if you take your eyes off I am afraid you will lose her. You must watch her closely."
"I will."
Flora held the baby tightly in her arms, to prevent her soaring out of sight.
"Can't fly now, Charley Waters."
"No, but you must hold on."
Flora held on tighter than ever.