e Female who Fluttered and was interested
in Movements. She was born the Year that Fremont ran against Buchanan.
All she knew about Spooning was what she had Read in Ella Wheeler
Wilcox. Time and again she said that if a Man ever attempted to Take
Liberties with her, she knew she would Die of Mortification. At Last
Reports she was Living, but she had Courted Death at least Fifteen
Hundred Times.

If a Strange Man came up behind her while she was walking Homeward in
the Dusk, she always gave a Timid Glance behind and Hurried, suspecting
that he would Overtake her and seize her by both Wrists and tell her not
to Scream. She would reach her own Door and lean against it, almost in a
Swoon, and the Strange Man would pass by, softly Humming to Himself.

Occasionally an Adventurer with Coal-Black Eyes and a Suspicious Manner
would come and sit right beside her in a Car, evidently for some
Purpose, and she would close her Lips tightly and resolve to do a Steve
Brodie out of the Window if she saw his Hand slipping over toward Hers.
Fortunately, the man kept his Eyes on the Sporting Page and made no
Move.

If she happened to be in the Waiting-Room at the Station, and a coarse
but masterful Claim Agent, or some one else equally Terrifying, happened
to come across the Room at her, she could feel her Little Heart stand
still, and she would say, "This is where I get it." After he had gone
past, on his way to the Check-Room, she would put some Camphor on her
Handkerchief and declare to Goodness that never again would she start
out to Travel unless she had some Older Person with her.

[Illustration: THE SPARROW]

More than once when she was at Home, with only a few other Persons
around the House, she saw a Large Man come up the Front Steps, and she
would be Frozen with Terror, and could see herself being lifted into a
Closed Carriage by the Brutal Confederates. She would slip a Pair of
Scissors under her Apron and creep to the Front Door, prepared to Resist
with all her Girlish Strength, and the Man would have to talk to her
through the Door, and ask where they wanted the Coal delivered.

Now and then a Caller would find her Reviving herself with a Cup of Tea.

The Caller would say: "Madge, Child, you are as Pale as a Ghost."

Madge would reply: "Oh, I have just had such a Turn! I was out watering
the Nasturtiums, when a Man in a Crash Suit came along the Street and
looked right at me. The Gate was open, and there was nothing t