Folly indeed! Her brothers would laugh and try to wrest the page from each other with their strong hard fingers. Then he smiled and said: --O, well, it was a mistake; I am sure Father Dolan did not know. Cranly looked at him for a few moments and asked: --Now? --Yes, now, Stephen said. Her long slender bare legs were delicate as a crane's and pure save where an emerald trail of seaweed had fashioned itself as a sign upon the flesh.