Cleo stared her surprise.
"Oh, please excuse me for laughing," spoke the child, "but you look too cunning—just like—like colored animals," she faltered.
Cleo smiled her forgiveness, while at that moment Madaline shouted the find of the first four-leaf clover.
"And such a lovely big fat one!" she qualified, now skipping over the tall grasses quite kangaroo fashion.
"A four-leaf clover!" exclaimed the girl in the wheel chair as her nurse moved on.
"Oh, why didn't we show it to her!" lamented Cleo. "She can't walk to pick them!"
"But she didn't tell us who she was," objected Grace.
"I don't care. I'm just going to run after her and give her this four-leaf clover," declared the warm-hearted Madaline. "I think we were awfully stiff and snippy," and without waiting for approval she hurried after the disappearing chair, just as it turned into the avenue.
"Would you like this!" offered Madaline, almost breathless as she overtook the two strangers.
"Oh, I should love it!" exclaimed the little girl, the sincerity in her voice and expression vouching for the truth of her simple words.