"She must be sleeping," Penelope assented indifferently, glancing at the parasol lying in the dust where it had apparently rolled from the girl's knee.
Two gray squirrels, with their bushy tails held stiffly erect, came out on the dusty drive, and finding everything quiet scampered across to the green sward, where they stood upright in the green grass viewing curiously the unhappy lovers.
Penelope had a mania for carrying peanuts to the Park to give to the animals. She took several from her reticule and tossed them towards the gray squirrels.
The one, with a little whistling noise scampered up the nearest tree and the other, taking a nut in his little mouth, quickly followed.
"I have not seen her move since we came here," she said, returning to the subject of the girl. "Do you suppose she put her hat over her eyes in that manner to keep the light out
