You can tell by the ridge of
loose earth that they're there, and if you think you've located
Mr. Mole, and jab a stick down, why--he's somewhere else, nine
times in ten. I used to call them Baumbergers, even then. Dad,"
she finished reminiscently, "was always jabbing his law stick
down where the earth seemed to move--but he never located old
Baumberger, to my knowledge."
She stopped, because Evadna, without a shadow of doubt, was
looking bored. Miss Georgie regarded her with the frown she used
when she was applying her mental measuring-stick. She began to
suspect that Evadna was, after all, an extremely self-centered
little person; she was sorry for the suspicion, and she was also
conscious of a certain disappointment which was not altogether
for herself.
"Ah, well"--she dismissed analysis and the whole subject with a
laugh that was partly yawn--"away with dull care. Away with dull
everything. It's too hot to think or feel. A real emotion is as
superfluous and oppressive as a--a 'camel petticoat!" This time
her laugh was real and infectiously carefree.
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