The sky over the Park was mottled with little tiptailed clouds like a field of white chickens.
"Look Alice, lets us go down this little path."
"But Ellen, my dad told me to come straight home from school."
"But Ellen those dreadful kidnappers. . . ."
"I told you not to call me Ellen any more."
"Well Elaine then, Elaine the lily maid of Astalot."
Ellen had on her new Black Watch plaid dress. Alice wore glasses and had legs thin as hairpins.
"They're dreadful men sitting on that bench. Come along Elaine the fair, let's go home."
"I'm not scared of them. I could fly like Peter Pan if I wanted to."
"Why dont you do it?"
"I dont want to just now."
Alice began to whimper. "Oh Ellen I think you're mean. . . . Come along home Elaine."
"No I'm going for a walk in the Park."
Ellen started down the steps. Alice stood a minute on the top step balancing first on one foot then on the other.
"Scaredy scaredy scarecat!" yelled Ellen.
Alice ran off blubbering. "I'm goin to tell your mommer."
Ellen walked down the asphalt path among the shrubbery kicking her toes in the air.
Ellen in her new dress of Black Watch plaid mummy'd bought at Hearn's walked down the asphalt path kicking her toes in the air. There was a silver thistle brooch on the shoulder of the new dress of Black Watch plaid mummy'd bought at Hearn's. Elaine of Lammermoor was going to be married. The Betrothed. Wangnaan nainainai, went the bagpipes going through the rye. The man on the bench has a patch over his eye. A watching black patch. A black watching patch. The kidnapper of the Black Watch, among the rustling shrubs kidnappers keep their Black Watch. Ellen's toes dont kick in the air. Ellen is terribly scared