“To whom do you belong, and what is your name?” asked madame, looking admiringly at the child’s delicate and pretty features.
“I belong to Adam Halliburt, and he calls me his Maiden May,” answered the child.
“Maiden May! that is a very pretty name,” observed Madame. “But you are very young to go so far alone.”
“We must not let you go alone,” said Harry; “I will take care of you till you meet your mother, but I will first get your cloak. I see the bull has left it on the grass, and I hope has not injured it.”
“Take care, Harry,” exclaimed Julia, “the bull might run at you if he sees you in the field.”
“I do not mind running away from him, and I suspect I can run the fastest,” answered Harry, laughing, as he leapt over the gate.
Julia and Madame De La Motte watched him anxiously, not more so, however, than did Maiden May.
“Oh, I hope he will not be hurt, I would much rather lose my cloak,” she said, following him with her eyes.
The bull having gone to a distance, Harry was able to reach the little girl’s cloak, and by keeping it in front of him the animal did not catch sight of it, and he soon returned with his prize.
“If you will come to the hall we will send one of the servants with you,” said Julia.