Henry C. Rowland

“ Outside, the jay birds were protesting violently at the late opening hours of their restaurant, and the goats were bleating expectantly. From the brightness of the sunshine, Dallas guessed that the day must be well advanced, but as door and shutters were closed, the light in the cabin was still deeply subdued.
Snuggled up against the young man lay the yellow cat. In front of the fire slept the Lady Thalia; and Dallas, glancing with a smile from one to the other of his companions, found it impossible to determine which appeared to be the more at ease. Thalia's face was turned toward him ”

“ Then I must milk the goats, and see if I can find some eggs for your breakfast. You are to lie still."
"It can't hurt me to get up."
"Yes, it can. You are to keep still."
"All right."
She threw him a suspicious glance, then went to the fire and heated some of the goats' milk, which Dallas drank with a wry face. Thalia laughed, then walked to the door of the cabin and threw it wide, letting in a flood of sunlight. On the threshold, she paused.
"Now I am going to bathe. Be good!" She blew him a little kiss.
"Stop it!" said Dallas. ”

“ Perhaps this man is like that."
"Are you afraid of such things, Thalia?"
"A little." She threw an apprehensive glance about the cabin.
"Afraid of the dead?" asked Dallas, amused.
"I like live people better." She moved a little closer. "We Shkipetari are rather superstitious. But I have lived so much in England that I am not like the others." ”