Up went her hands; she gave a little cry of dismay.
Instantly, then, Angelina was determined.

She did not suppose that her freedom would be for long, nor did she hope to have time to reach the almond tree; but her small, stumpy legs started off down the path almost before she was aware of it.

She started, and Rose bumped against her as she ran.

She heard behind her cries; she saw in front of her the almond tree, and then coming swiftly towards her a small boy with a hoop....
She stopped, hesitated, and then fell.

The golden afternoon, with all its scents and sounds, passed on above her head.