unintelligible words, supplemented by numerous and vehement
gestures.

Mrs. Holly shrank back, and cast appealing eyes toward her
husband who at that moment had come across the yard from the
barn.

"Simeon, can you tell what she wants?"

At sight of the newcomer on the scene, the strange woman began
again, with even more volubility.

"No," said Simeon Holly, after a moment's scowling scrutiny of
the gesticulating woman. "She's talking French, I think. And she
wants--something."

"Gosh! I should say she did," muttered Perry Larson. "An'
whatever 't is, she wants it powerful bad."

"Are you hungry?" questioned Mrs. Holly timidly.

"Can't you speak English at all?" demanded Simeon Holly.

The woman looked from one to the other with the piteous, pleading
eyes of the stranger in the strange land who cannot understand or
make others understand. She had turned away with a despairing
shake of her head, when suddenly she gave a wild cry of joy and
wheeled about, her whole face alight.

The Hollys and Perry Larson saw then that David had come out onto