“If you don’t mind,” he said, “I’ll come in and sit down.”
This he did while the big, solemn eyes followed him alertly.
“And now will you be kind enough to tell me what you mean by—wearing my clothes?”
Still the silence and the blank stare.
“You must answer my questions!” Truedale’s voice sounded stern. “I suppose you didn’t expect me back so soon?”
The deep eyes confirmed this by the drooping of the lids.
“And you broke in—what for?”
No answer.
“Who are you?”
Really the situation was becoming unbearable, so Truedale changed his tactics. He would play with the poor little thing and reassure her.