She is awfully ugly--AND SCRATCHES." As soon as the bigger ones stopped, the smaller had begun to run back.
The others now looked at me gravely for a moment, and then walked slowly away.

Last to leave me, Lona held up the baby to be kissed, gazed in my eyes, whispered, "The Cat-woman will not hurt YOU," and went without another word.

I stood a while, gazing after them through the moonlight, then turned and, with a heavy heart, began my solitary journey.

Soon the laughter of the Little Ones overtook me, like sheep-bells innumerable, rippling the air, and echoing in the rocks about me.

I turned again, and again gazed after them: they went gamboling along, with never a care in their sweet souls.