Oh, I'm not worried about them," I said bravely. My name's John Ridd. What's your name?' Lorna Doone," she answered, in a soft voice, and looked down at the grass. She seemed afraid of her own name. "Lorna Doone. Didn't you know?' I stood up and touched her hand, and tried to make her look at me, but she turned away. I felt sorry for her and even more sorry when she started to cry"Don't c"I said. "I'm sure you've never done any harm. I'll give you all my fish, Lorna, and catch some more for