"But they awoke?" asked the little girl with palpitating heart.
"They did. That was caused by Saba, who came running toward me, barking loud enough to awaken the dead."
Then her indignation was directed against Saba.
"Nasty Saba! nasty! For this when he comes running up to me I won't speak a word to him and will tell him that he is horrid."
At this Stas, though he was not in a laughing mood, laughed and asked:
"How will you be able not to say a word to him and at the same time tell him he is horrid?"
Nell's eyebrows rose and her countenance reflected embarrassment, after which she said:
"He will know that from my looks."
"Perhaps. But he is not to blame, for he could not know what was happening. Remember also that afterwards he came to our rescue."
This recollection placated Nell's anger a little. She did not, however, want to grant pardon to the culprit at once.
"That is very well," she said, "but a real gentleman ought not to bark on greeting."
Stas burst out laughing again.
"Neither does a real gentleman bark on leave-taking unless he is a dog, and Saba is one."
But after a while sorrow dimmed the boy's eyes; he sighed once, then again; after which he rose from the stone on which they sat and said:
"The worst is that I could not free you."
And Nell raised herself on her little toes and threw her arms around his neck. She wanted to cheer him; she wanted, with her little nose close to his face, to whisper her gratitude, but, as she could not find appropriate words,
