Could she fly? Was the girl crazy?
Then Tavia noticed a strange glare in the wonderful blue eyes. She might be insane! Maybe she was the girl who had escaped from the sanitarium!
"I love to fly—it is my one ambition in life. But they would never let me, so I just came away by myself; and isn't it sweet of you to meet me away out here? There, did you see that bird? That's the way to fly," and the strange girl threw her arms up and down, until Tavia wondered whether she could be fooling, or was really insane.
"I have never tried to fly," replied Tavia, feeling very silly, "but lots of people have gone crazy over it."
The moment she had said "crazy" she felt that she had made a mistake. The girl turned on her as if to strike her.
"Crazy! You call flying crazy! It's crazy to walk, crazy to stand, but it is noble to fly!" and again she worked her arms bird-like.
For the moment Tavia felt like running away. Then she thought that would not be wise, for how did she know but that the girl might have the strength they say insane people have; and that she might hit her with a stone, or do something to injure her? Besides, it seemed better to be with her than alone in that woods. Tavia decided she would humor her.
"Of course, we shall all fly, some day," she said, as the girl turned almost upon her. "I would love to learn how!"
"You shall! I will teach you! My airship is not far away."
"Do you know the road to Everglade?" asked Tavia, without the slightest hope of getting an intelligent answer.