She fastened them beside the leaf on her blue pinafore.
“They look nice there,” said the boy, awkwardly rubbing his great hands and watching her.
“Yes; but the pinafore spoils it all; it is not pretty.”
He looked at it closely.
“Yes, the squares are ugly; but it looks nice upon you—beautiful.”
He now stood silent before them, his great hands hanging loosely at either side.
“Some one has come today,” he mumbled out suddenly, when the idea struck him.
“Who?” asked both girls.
“An Englishman on foot.”
“What does he look like?” asked Em.