church-path with his sister, behind the woman and child, the little girl suddenly broke from her mother's hand, and slipped back with quick, almost invisible movement, and was picking at something almost under Brangwen's feet.

Her tiny fingers were fine and quick, but they missed the red button.

“Have you found something?” said Brangwen to her.

And he also stooped for the button. But she had got it, and she stood back with it pressed against her little coat, her black eyes flaring at him, as if to forbid him to notice her. Then, having silenced him, she turned with a swift “Mother — — ,” and was gone down the path.

The mother had stood watching impassive, looking not at the child,