Josephine Daskam Bacon,
The Little Silver Heart
(1906)
“ It was so still she could hear the leaves rustle on trees a long way off, and Gran'ma Biggs's cottage and the barn at the end of the lane behind it looked like pictures of houses, all flat. Just as she started to count the stars on top of the barn she saw something move beside it, and when she looked down near the ground she saw it was a person, stealing quietly around the corner of the barn, and she knew by the sunbonnet and the apron that it was the little girl. ”
