A pudgy little maiden in a large rocking chair sat swinging back and forth upon Mr. Schultzsky's dilapidated porch as Miss Billy approached. The stolid Bohemian face was neutralised by the effect of two blonde pig-tails, which were braided so tightly as to give her a scared and hunted expression. She looked more frightened than ever as the visitor ascended the rickety steps.
"Good-morning!" said Miss Billy.
The little girl stopped the motion of the chair and stared at the newcomer.
"This is a nice place to sit."
The little girl's eyes grew rounder, but she made no reply.
"Does Mr. Schultzsky live here?" went on Miss Billy.
The child caught the familiar name, and nodded.
"Is he in bed?"