"Lucy," said Mrs. Lisle, to a dwarfed child of thirteen years, who was one of those creatures expected to "run two ways at once," "run, Lucy, and tell Kizzie to come straight here to me."
The winged child came speedily back, accompanied by the weaver, a stolid looking old negress named Kizzie.
"Kizzie," exclaimed her mistress, "I know you hav