She went and touched the crouched, sad figure softly.
"Are you in trouble?"
The figure lifted its bowed head, its dark, hopeless eyes.
Folle-Farine looked up with a stare and a shiver.
"It is no matter, I am only—tired."
"Are you all alone?"
"Yes."
"Come and sit with us a moment. You are in the damp and the gloom; we are so pleasant and sunny there. Come."
"You are good, but let me be."
The blue-eyed girl called to the others. They lazily rose and came.