Thus admonished, the man cried out in Slavic, ordering the men home, to meet the following night. The other two leading spirits followed his example. There was a movement toward dispersion. The flickering lights in their caps moved slowly away in groups of threes and fours.
The distance grew greater until to Nora O’Day they looked like fire-flies. The light from the open door was upon her. The vivid orange of her evening dress gleamed in the shadows. She had stood there fearless, erect, looking straight into the eyes of the mob, until one by one they had disappeared in the darkness.
Then she turned and leaned heavily against her father.
“I’m tired, daddy dear, but I’m happy. I have my father, and Elizabeth will have hers. Come, take me to her. We must tell her the good news.”
THE END.
FLOWER BABIES
VERSES BY ELIZABETH MAY
ILLUSTRATIONS BY IDA MAY ROCKWELL