author - "Kate Douglas Wiggin"

lulled Mr. Cobb's never active mind into completeoblivion as to his promise of keeping an eye onRebecca.Suddenly he heard a small voice above the rattleand rumble of the wheels and the creaking of theharness. At first he thought it was a cricket, a treetoad, or a bird, but having determined the directionfrom which it came, he turned his head over hisshoulder and saw a small shape hanging as far outof the window as safety would allow. A long blackbraid of hair swung with the motion of the