"A lot of good that does, when he's never there!" flashed Evadna,
unintentionally revealing her real grievance. "He just eats and
goes--and he isn't even there to eat, half the time. And when
he's there, he's grumpy, like all the rest." She was saying the
things she had told herself, on the way up, that she would DIE
rather than say; to Miss Georgie, of all people.
"I expect he's pretty worried, chicken, over that land business."
Miss Georgie offered her candy, and Evadna waved the box from her
impatiently, as if her spirits were altogether too low for
sweets.
"Well, I'm very sure I'M not to blame for those men being there,"
she retorted petulantly. "He"-- she hesitated, and then plunged
heedlessly on--"he acts just as if I weren't anybody at all. I'm
sure, if he expects me to be a doll to be played with and then
dumped into a corner where I'm to smile and smile until he comes
and picks me up again--"
"Now, chicken, what's the use of being silly?" Miss Georgie
turned her head slightly away, and stared out of the window.
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