"Come here—perhaps you can see."
She strained her eyes in the direction he indicated, but unsuccessfully. "I don't see anything," she said; "what is it like?"
"I don't know. It's something shiny, but it isn't a bird, because it doesn't move."
"Birds aren't shiny, anyway," objected Beatrice. "Let's eat our lunch."
"I'm willing, for it's getting heavy, and I'd rather carry it inside."
Beatrice laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks. "That's the first time I ever heard you say anything funny," she said, wiping her eyes. "Mr. Ronald is always saying funny things."
A dubious smile crossed Robert's face, and there was a long silence. "I wish you'd show me that shiny thing again, Cousin Rob," she said at length; "I'm interested in it."
"You didn't seem to be."
"That's because I was hungry," she explained. "I feel better now, and by the time we've finished our lunch I'll be absorbingly interested in it."