“Sit down, dearie, sit down. No, not there—a few yards farther from the old windmill, where we can see it.”
“No, I’m not afraid,” said the boy, “but last night I took you for——”
“For a ghost, I know. Ha, ha, ha—well then, take a look at the old mill. Do you like it?”
“Oh yes, Mr. ——”
“Antonio!”
“Mr. Antonio.”
“Captain Antonio.”
“Very well, sir. Of course I like the mill, because there is a great white owl up there, and she knows me, and I know her nest. Oh high, high up, sir; would you like to come up with me?”
“No, dearie, no. Not now.”
“You see that little wooden window two stories up?”