As the twins approached, he looked up at them with a pair of sober, wide brown eyes.
“Oh, Helen! what’s that!” cried Zaidee, in great amazement, stopping short.
“It’s a little boy!” exclaimed Helen, as much excited as if she had found a crocodile. “We’ve finded a little boy!”
Zaidee ran up to Brown-Eyes.
“What is your name?” she demanded, eagerly.
Brown-Eyes answered nothing. He looked at the little girls, gravely, and the little girls looked at him.
“Haven’t you any name?” persisted Zaidee.
“No,” answered Brown-Eyes, briefly.
“Where do you live?” asked Helen, running round on the other side of him.
Brown-Eyes looked all around him, into the sky, into the water, and into the woods on the other side of the brook. Then he said, “I’m here.”