Chapter 32 AND A VOICE

"Can you hear me, little Miss Harris?" The voice came from the dusky shed, high up against the wall.

But the child did not turn her head. "Yes-Mr. Achilles-I can hear you very well," she said softly.

"Don't look this way," said the voice. "Get down and look at the chickens-and listen to what I tell you."

The child dropped obediently to her