"I don't believe I came to see you officially at all," he said,
and his eyes lighted a little as he looked at her. "Peppajee Jim
told me to come. He said you're a 'heap smart squaw, all same
mans.'"
"Item: One pound of red-and-white candy for Peppajee Jim next
time I see him." Miss Georgie laughed--but she also sat down so
that her face was turned to the window. "Are you in urgent need
of a heap smart squaw?" she asked. "I thought"--she caught
herself up, and then went recklessly on--"I thought yesterday
that you had found one!"
"It's brains I need just now." After the words were out, Good
Indian wanted to swear at himself for seeming to belittle Evadna.
"I mean," he corrected quickly--"do you know what I mean? I'll
tell you what has happened, and if you don't know then, and can't
help me, I'll just have to apologize for coming, and get out."
"Yes, I think you had better tell me why you need me
particularly. I know the chicken's perfect, and doesn't lack
brains, and you didn't mean that she does.
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