"If you are, cup your other hand over her for shelter.

Carrying her through this air and in the hot sunshine will dry her wings and make them ready for flight very quickly.
You can't trust her in such air and light as you can in the cool dark woods." While she talked she took hold of her mother's sleeve, anxiously smiling a pitiful little smile that Mrs.Comstock understood.

Philip set his load at the back door, returning to hold open the garden gate for Elnora and Mrs.Comstock.He reached it in time to see them standing together beside the pool.

The mother bent swiftly and kissed the girl on the lips.

Philip turned and was busily hunting moths on the raspberry bushes when they reached the gate.