He might have told you before he went chasing off to--to
Hartley." She put her arms around her aunt's neck. "You aren't
angry, are you, Aunt Phoebe?" she coaxed. "You--you know you
said you wanted me to be par-TIC-ularly nice to Grant!"
"Great grief, child! You needn't choke me to death. Of course
I'm not angry." But Phoebe's eyes did not brighten.
"You look angry," Evadna pouted, and kissed her placatingly.
"I've got plenty to be worked up over, without worrying over your
love affairs, Vadnie." Phoebe's eyes sought Grant's anxiously.
"I don't doubt but what it's more important to you than anything
else on earth, but I'm thinking some of the home I'm likely to
lose."
Evadna drew back, and made a movement to go.
"Oh, I'm sorry I interrupted you then, Aunt Phoebe. I suppose
you and Grant were busy discussing those men in the orchard--"
"Don't be silly, child. You aren't interrupting anybody, and
there's no call for you to run off like that. We aren't talking
secrets that I know of.
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