At this instant Tory certainly was convinced there was not.
Half unconsciously her pencil began indicating the figure of a girl in various attitudes.
For years, whenever left to her own devices, Tory had amused herself in this fashion. However crude her drawings of human figures, since she was a tiny girl they had in them a suggestion of life and action.
A noise, apparently coming from behind a clump of bushes not far off, distracted the artist’s attention.
Tory raised her eyes.
Beyond the bushes she thought she beheld some one move.
“Martha, Edith!” she called out.
At first there was no reply.
The second call brought a response.
From farther away Martha and Edith halloed in Girl Scout fashion.