“And you have never heard from him?”
“No.”
“Well, Mrs. Rivers, I am your friend and the friend of the Forest. Together, we ought to be able to do it a good turn. And now, if you are willing, I would love to borrow your little girl.”
On the lake road Noreen, after a few skirmishes, succumbed to one of her sudden likings––she abandoned herself to Mrs. Dana’s charm. With her head coquettishly set slantwise she fixed her grave eyes––they were very like her mother’s––on Mrs. Dana’s face.
“I like the look of you,” she confided softly.
“I’m glad. I like the look of you very much, little Noreen.”
“Do you know any stories or songs?” Noreen had her private test.
“I used to, but it has been a long while since I thought about them. Do you know any, Noreen?”
“Oh! many. My man taught me. He taught me to be unafraid, too.”