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 that, in short, she was waiting, with what emotions he could not tell, to hear his feet floundering in the grassy morass. But he saw more than the girl's back, and he drew away from the brink, stumbled over Bistre, who had followed him faithfully and closely into danger, and, with one foot gurgling musically in its wet shoe, drew near the girl. Taking off his cap again, he bowed politely to the back of a white shirt-waist.

Then he coughed apologetically.

The girl looked around over her shoulder quite calmly.

"I beg your pardon," he said, "but there's a large green caterpillar"

Up jumped the girl, over went the stool, away went the brush.

"Oh!" she cried, faintly. "Where?"