But Evadna was in her mood of perversity. She wouldn't stay to
dinner, because Aunt Phoebe would be expecting her. She wouldn't
wait for Huckleberry to be brought back to her, because she would
never hear the last of it. She didn't mind the heat the least
bit, and she would walk. And no, she wouldn't borrow Miss
Georgie's parasol; she hated parasols, and she always had and
always would. She gathered up her riding-skirt, and went slowly
down the steps.
Miss Georgie could be rather perverse herself upon occasion. She
waited until Evadna was crunching cinders under her feet before
she spoke another word, and then she only called out a flippant,
"Adios, senorita!"
Evadna knew no Spanish at all. She lifted her shoulders in what
might be disdain, and made no reply whatever.
"Little idiot!" gritted Miss Georgie--and this time she was not
speaking of herself.
CHAPTER XX
MISS GEORGIE ALSO MAKES A CALL
Saunders, limp and apathetic and colorless, shuffled over to the
station with a wheelbarrow which had a decrepit wheel, that left
an undulating imprint of its drunken progress in the dust as it
went.
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