The swallow looked at the child with grave, bright eyes, and asked:
“Would not you be afraid, either?”
“N—no. I think not,” answered Winifred, with just a little hesitation in her voice.
“Not afraid to leave your home and your parents, and brothers and friends, and go somewhere right away, you don’t know where?”
Winifred was silent. She did not know what to say. She was beginning to feel a little fear, yet she hardly knew how or why.
“You are not afraid, swallow?”
“No; I know I shall be taken care of.”
“Then why should I be afraid?”
“I don’t know; but I think you are.”
Winifred pondered again.