striving, as had theirs, to make itself of size and strength sufficient to grasp all that wondrous phantasy of color; and as a pebble slipped beneath the foot of a wee, watching Menehune, it did not turn its head, but lifted up its hand, gently, gently as if it feared to break some magic charm, and said softly, very, very softly, "Hush-sh-sh—"
