With a quick little run the girl threw herself on her knees by her aunt’s side and buried her face in her lap. Barnes waited. Aunt Philomela’s black eyes grew dangerous.
“Well?” she demanded again.
“Oh, Aunty,” cried the girl, “can’t—can’t you see?”
For a moment Aunt Philomela stared at Barnes. Then she stooped and kissed the girl’s head.
“Yes,” she answered slowly, “I see. I saw long ago.”
THE END
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