Miss Anne looked out at the window to see who it was. It was Royal.
“Is Lucy in there with you?” asked Royal.
Miss Anne said that she was; and at the same time, Lucy, who heard Royal’s voice, ran to another window, and climbed up into a chair, so that she could look out.
“Lucy,” said Royal, “come out here.”
“O no,” said Lucy, “I can’t come now. Miss Anne is telling me stories.”
Royal was seated on a large, flat stone, which had been placed in a corner of the yard, under some trees, for a seat; he was cutting a stick with his knife. His cap was lying upon the stone, by his side. When Lucy said that she could not come out, he put his hand down upon his cap, and said,
“Come out and see what I’ve got under my cap.”
“What is it?” said Lucy.
“I can’t tell you; it is a secret. If you will come out, I will let you see it.”
“Do tell me what it is.”