“Oh.”
“Come with me. I want to show you something real pretty.”
“What is it?”
“Views. Just look,” she said, giving the young girl a stereoscope, and a basket full of views. “Cover your eyes with this, and you will see the most beautiful places.”
“You can’t make me believe that; you want to cover my eyes so that you can tie me up.”
“No, truly, I will not harm you.”
“Let me look into your eyes and see. I can tell by your eyes whether you speak the truth or not.”
Miss Elsworth allowed the girl to step close to her, and standing there her wild eyes were fastened on her with a deep and searching gaze.
“No,” she said as she turned away, while her head dropped, “no, I know you won’t tell a lie. I can see it in your eyes.”