122 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



and reconnoitred from behind the blinds. 



&quot; The wonder was not yet quite gone 

 From that still look of hers,&quot; 



when an armed man and a legged dog appeared 

 in the opening. I was vigilantly watching him. 



&quot; And now 

 She spoke through the still weather.&quot; 



&quot; Are you afraid to speak to him ? &quot; asked 

 Polly. Not exactly, 



&quot; she spoke as when 

 The stars sang in their spheres.&quot; 



Stung by this inquiry, I leaned out of the 

 window till 



&quot;The bar /leaned on (was) warm,&quot; 



and cried, 



&quot; Halloo, there ! What are you doing ? &quot; 



&quot; Look out he don t shoot you,&quot; called out 



Polly from the other window, suddenly going on 



another tack. 



I explained that a sportsman would not be 



