She looked up, and gave him a careless greeting, and went back to
discussing certain "wheels" in the corner of an imaginary
lunch-cloth and just how one went about making them. He made a
tentative remark or two, trying to win her attention to himself,
but she pushed her cup and saucer aside to make room for further
fork drawings, and glanced at him with her most exaggerated
Christmas-angel look.
"Don't interrupt, please," she said mincingly. "This is
IMPORTANT. And," she troubled to explain, "I'm really in a
hurry, because I'm going to help Aunt Phoebe make strawberry
jam."
If she thought that would fix his determination to remain and
have her to himself for a few minutes, she was mistaken in her
man. Good Indian turned on his heel, and went out with his chin
in the air, and found that Gene and Clark had gone off to the
meadow, with Donny an unwelcome attendant, and that Wally and
Jack were keeping the dust moving between the gate and the
stable, trying to tempt a shot from the bluff.
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