Elizabeth.
Vera, my eagle is dead! [Vera silent.] I felt sure it was coming, he has been so changed these last days,—he has been afraid of things!
Vera.
[Looking round for a moment, startled, as if she did not understand.] Oh, the eagle! [Leans out again.
Elizabeth.
Why, childie! Are you crying? What is the matter?
Vera.
Don't mind me, Elizabeth. I feel just like a child crying.
Elizabeth.
You have been studying too much. That is it!