"I daren't," said Stephen; "I waited for you, Audrey."
The little girl went on tip-toe and peeped in.
"It's an old woman, Stephen," she reported, when she came back to him. "Such a pretty old woman, and she is sitting in that arm-chair, knitting, and she is smiling to herself as she knits. I wonder what she is thinking about that makes her smile. Come and look, Stephie."
Very, very quietly the two children crept to the window and peeped in.
"Is any one there?" said a pleasant voice.
But the children were so startled when she spoke, that they ran away and hid behind the bushes, and it was some time before they dared to venture again near the window.
"Is any one there?" said the kindly voice of the old woman. "I am sure I hear some little feet outside."
"Yes, ma'am," said Audrey; "it's me and Stephen."
"You and Stephen, is it?" said the old woman. "And what are you and Stephen like?"
Instead of answering, the two children put their heads in at the window.