"ARE they, Goldilocks?"
"Are they what? I've told you a dozen times to stop calling me
that. I had a doll once that I named Goldilocks, and I melted
her nose off--she was wax--and you always remind me of the
horrible expression it gave to her face. I'd go every day and
take her out of the bureau-drawer and look at her, and then cry
my eyes out. Won't you come and sit down, Georgie? There's
room. Now, what was the discussion, and how far had we got?
Aunt Phoebe, I don't believe it has raised a bit lately. I've
been watching that black rock with the crack in it." Evadna
moved nearer to Good Indian, and pulled her skirts close upon the
other side, thereby making a space at least eight inches wide for
Miss Georgie's accommodation.
"I can't sit anywhere," said Miss Georgie, looking at her watch.
"By the way, chicken, did you have to walk all the way home?"
Evadna looked sidelong at Good Indian, as if a secret had been
betrayed." No," she said, "I didn't. I just got to the top of
the grade when a squaw came along, and she was leading
Huckleberry.
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