corona

Corona caught at the word and repeated it with a shiver of excitement.

Corona's laugh was like the bubbling of water in a hidden well.

So Corona was sent to school; but not, as it befell, to Miss Dickinson's.

Corona carried him thus attired off to her bed in triumph—but not to sleep.

And what (do you suppose) did Corona seek in the kitchen garden?

But here, as Corona caught her breath, he turned and stared.

Corona, in the act of upturning a leaf, started and drew back her hand.

"Then we ought to go straight back and set them free," insisted Corona.

Corona herself felt a sense of imprisonment, but no desire to sing.

Corona watched their movements with an interest begotten of pity.