Nannie, that play mother of hers, she knew would not want her to change her peculiar characteristics.
This sort of reasoning flashed before her mind as the party prepared for a day in the woods.
So the little girl in Belgian blue went along with the big man in his knickers and brown blouse, and with the young woman in her service uniform.
Nora made an odd little figure, but she was, as she had always been, a picture of a girl.
[CHAPTER V—THE WOODS AT ROCKY LEDGE]
Out in the woods!
Forgotten was the dread idea of a Scout uniform or the possible program of a Scout ritual. Nora romped with Cap, discovering new delights at every few paces and only pausing to exchange salutations with birds, bees and butterflies. The sky was as blue as her gown, and her eyes matched the entire scheme. Her golden hair tossed in the wind like new corn silk, and when Jerry and Ted slyly inspected their charge at a safe distance, a most comprehensive nod of a pair of wise heads told volumes to the woodlands and the surrounding Nature audience.
Yes, Nora would do. Now life at the Nest seemed complete. Even this dreamy, romantic little bit of humanity was a real child, and to the pair of adopted parents she seemed as beautiful as a wild flower.
“Now Ted, you just hold back on that Scout stuff,” Jerry had the temerity to suggest. “We don’t want to scare her off, first shot. And you can see she’s opposed.”
“She doesn’t understand,” replied Ted. “But, of course, there is no need to urge her. No hurry, at any rate.”