“Look,” said I, “look here!”
She looked; she was short-sighted, and peered close. I was impatient for her to speak. She turned slowly at last and looked at me, shrinking, with questioning.
“Well?” I said.
“Isn’t it—fearful!” she replied softly.
“No!—why is it?”
“It makes you feel—Why have you brought it?”
“I wanted you to see it.”
Already I felt relieved, seeing that she too was caught in the spell.
George came and bent over my shoulder. I could feel the heavy warmth of him.
“Good Lord!” he drawled, half amused. The children came crowding to see, and Emily closed the book.