But he did not say anything to her; he was a young man unused to
dalliance when there were serious things at hand.
"I'm going down there and see what they're up to," he told
Phoebe, giving Evadna's hand a squeeze and letting it go. "I
suspect there's something more than keeping the peace behind
Baumberger's anxiety to have them left strictly alone. The boys
had better keep away, though."
"Are you going down in the orchard?" Evadna rounded her
unbelievably blue eyes at him. "Then I'm going along."
"You'll do nothing of the kind, little Miss Muffit," he declared
from the top step.
"Why not?"
"I might want to do some swearing." He grinned down at her, and
started off.
"Now, Grant, don't you do anything rash!" Phoebe called after him
sharply.
"'Don't--get--excited!'" he retorted, mimicking Baumberger.
"I'm going a little way, whether you want me to or not," Evadna
threatened, pouting more than ever.
She did go as far as the porch with him, and was kissed and sent
back like a child.
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