girl.

"I was walking my lone," she said,
speaking her words as if there was a
rich thick quality to them, "and I
heard you screeling."

"Won't you get lost, alone like
that?"

"I can't get lost, "she sighed. "I 'd
like to, but I can't."

"Where do you live?"

"Beyant the fair-grounds."

"You're not -- not Norah Madigan?"

She leaned back and clasped her
hands behind her head. Then she
smiled at me teasingly.

"I am that," she said, showing her
perfect teeth.

I caught my breath with a sharp
gasp. Ought I to turn back to my par-
ents? Had I been so naughty that I
had called the naughtiest girl in the