122 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



and reconnoitred from behind the blinds. 



" The wonder was not yet quite gone 

 From that still look of hers," 



when an armed man and a legged dog appeared 

 in the opening. I was vigilantly watching him. 



" And now 

 She spoke through the still weather." 



" Are you afraid to speak to him ? " asked 

 Polly. Not exactly, 



" she spoke as when 

 The stars sang in their spheres/' 



Stung by this inquiry, I leaned out of the 

 window till 



" The bar /leaned on (was) warm," 



and cried, 



"Halloo, there! What are you doing?" 



" Look out he don't shoot you," called out 



Polly from the other window, suddenly going on 



another tack. 



I explained that a sportsman would not be 



