“Oh, please don’t go yet,” begged Nora. “I have just found you and I want to—know you.”
“I don’t dast,” replied Lucia. “I have to hide now,” she was getting through the break when Nora took hold of the long skirt. At this Lucia looked around sharply, and her dark eyes flashed dangerously.
“Are you hungry?” Nora asked. This was a tactful thing to ask and offered immediate postponement of flight for Lucia.
“Sure,” she replied, beaming. “What you got?”
“Nothing—just now,” faltered Nora. “But I can bring you lots of good things. You wait here——”
“Oh, no, I get caught,” interrupted the woods wraith. “Then I ketch—it.”
Nora was sorely puzzled, but being Nora she had no idea of allowing such an interest to escape. She said next: “If you tell me where to leave things for you, I’ll bring them and you can get them when no one is around. Would that be all right?”
“Maybe,” replied the exasperating Lucia. “But when you get it?”
“Oh, any time, I live near here and I can just run over and be back before you have to go. Where do you go to?”
“I can’t tell,” answered Lucia with more foreign tone than she had yet assumed.