_ Autumn Days. 133

 

face with her hands, and most of
us turned away too frightened to
look. I remember hiding my face
in Jane’s gown, and feeling her
stroking my hair; and I never
looked up till there was a cry that
it was all right, and Harry and
Murray were both safe on the
ground again.

How glad we all were, and
how we all talked at once, and said
how we had felt, and how Murray
cried though he wasn’t hurt, only
frightened—all this I mustn't stop
to tell you. By and by it came ©
to be one of those things that are
always nice to talk about with