when an armed man and a legged dog appeared ir the opening. I was vigilantly watching him.
. . . . "And now
She spoke through the still weather."
"Are you afraid to speak to him?" asked Polly.
Not exactly,
. . . ."she spoke as when The stars sang in their spheres.
"Stung by this inquiry, I leaned out of the window till
"The bar I leaned on (was) warm,"
and cried,—
"Halloo, there! What are you doing?"
"Look out he don't shoot you," called out Polly from the other window, suddenly going on another tack.