One bare toe went burrowing suddenly into the sand, one finger went to her red mouth—and that was all. She merely stared him straight in the eye and he smiled again.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Her eyes fell at the ancient banter, but she lifted them straightway and stared again.
“You live around here?”
She stared on.
“Where?”
No answer.
“What's your name, little girl?”
And still she stared.
“Oh, well, of course, you can't talk, if the cat's got your tongue.”