Evadna's door was barricaded, as Phoebe discovered when she
turned the knob and attempted to walk in. She gave the door an
indignant push, and heard a muffled shriek within, as if Evadna's
head was buried under her pillow.
"My grief! A body'd think you expected to be killed and eaten,"
she called out unsympathetically. "You open this door! Vadnie
Ramsey. This is a nice way to act with my own boys, in my own
house! A body'd think--"
There was the sound of something heavy being dragged laboriously
away from tho barricaded door; and in a minute a vividly blue eye
appeared at a narrow crack.
"Oh, I don't see how you dare to L-LIVE in such a place, Aunt
Phoebe!" she cried tearfully, opening the door a bit wider.
"Those Indians--and that awful man--"
"That was only Grant, honey. Let me in. There's a few things I
want to say to you, Vadnie. You promised to help me teach my
boys to be gentle--it's all they lack, and it takes gentle women,
honey--"
"I am gentle," Evadna protested grievedly.
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