"I am glad father is coming back this evening," said Norah, as she pushed Dan's wheelchair through the wood on their way to see Una.
"So am I," said Dan; "but I do wish mother was coming too."
A low laugh sounded from somewhere close at hand, and Norah stopped wheeling the chair and looked about her.
"Norah, do you think it's fairies?" whispered Dan.
He had hardly said the words when a little girl sprang suddenly into the path in front of them. She was dressed in some soft, thick, white material, and had a long gauzy white shawl thrown over her head and shoulders.
"It's Una!" said Norah, and her little brother gave a sigh of disappointment. He had really almost thought that the little girl might be a fairy as she danced lightly on the path before them.
"I thought I would come and meet you to-day," said Una, "so I came through the—what do you call it?—the gap; and then when I heard you coming, I hid. I thought it might be someone I did not know, and Marie does not like me to be out alone."
"Is Marie your nurse?" asked Norah.
"Yes," said the little girl; "my very good nurse from the country of France."
"Are you a little French girl, then?" asked Dan.