“Look into my eyes, Eunice,” Mollie whispered. “Do I look as though I meant to harm you? You told me once that if you could see straight into the eyes of the creatures in the woods you would know whether their hearts were good. Is my heart good?”
“Yes, yes!” Eunice cried. “Forgive me.”
“But we want you to have a great deal of faith in us, Eunice,” Mollie persisted. “We want you to go away with us this very afternoon. Take us to your grandmother. We must ask her consent.”
Eunice shook her head. “I cannot go,” she declared, finally.
“But, Eunice, if you will only go with us, you can buy more pretty gold chains. You can buy beads and Indian blankets for your grandmother,” coaxed Grace. “Who knows? Some day you may even own a big, red bird like Ruth’s, and fly like ‘The Automobile Girls.’”
Still Eunice shook her head.
“But you will come with us, if your grandmother says you may?” Ruth urged.
“No,” Eunice declared. “I cannot.”
“Why, Eunice?” Mollie queried gently.
“Because,” said Eunice, “to-day I fly up in the sky!” The child pointed over her head.