About an hour before a little, oddly dressed woman, with grey hair hanging
over her shoulders, a large doll in one arm and a sun umbrella in the
other hand, might have been seen stealing along the road that led from
Roselands to Ion, keeping close to the hedge that separated it from the
fields, and now and then glancing over her shoulder as if fearing or
expecting pursuit.
She kept up a constant gabble, now talking to herself, now to the doll,
hugging and kissing it with a great show of affection.
"Got away safe this time, didn't we, Grizzy? And we're not going back in a
hurry, are we, dear? We've had enough of being penned up in that old house
this ever so long; and now we'll have a day in the woods, a picnic all to
ourselves. Hark! what was that? did I hear wheels?" pausing a moment to
listen. "No, they haven't found us out yet, Grizzy, so we'll walk on."
Reaching the gate leading into the avenue at Ion, she stood a moment
peering in between the bars.
"Seems to me I've been here before; must have been a good while ago. Guess
I won't go up to the house; they might catch me and send me back.
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