Being a house built to shelter a family of boys, and steps being
a superfluity scorned by their agile legs, there was a sheer drop
of three feet to the ground upon that side. Evadna made it in a
jump, just as the boys did, and landed lightly upon her slippered
feet.
"I hate you--hate you--HATE YOU!" she cried, her eyes blazing up
at his amused face before she ran off among the trees.
"It sings a sweet little song," he taunted, and his laughter
followed her mockingly as she fled from him into the shadows.
"What's the joke, Good Injun? Tell us, so we can laugh too."
Wally and Jack hurried in from the kitchen and made for the
doorway where he stood.
From under his straight, black brows Grant sent a keen glance
into the shade of the grove, where, an instant before, had
flickered the white of Evadna's dress. The shadows lay there
quietly now, undisturbed by so much as a sleepy bird's fluttering
wings.
"I was just thinking of the way I yanked that dog down into old
Wolfbelly's camp," he said, though there was no tangible reason
for lying to them.
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