A gaudy young squaw, all red and purple and yellow.
She was awfully curious about you, Grant. She wanted to know
where you were and what you were doing. I hope you aren't a
flirtatious young man. She seemed to know you pretty well, I
thought."
She had to explain to her Aunt Phoebe and Grant just how she
came to be walking, and she laughed at the squaw's vivid
costume, and declared she would have one like it, because Grant
must certainly admire colors. She managed, innocently enough, to
waste upon such trivialities many of Miss Georgie's precious
minutes.
At last that young woman, after glancing many times at her watch,
and declining an urgent invitation to stay to supper, declared
that she must go, and tried to give Good Indian a significant
look without being detected in the act by Evadna. But Good
Indian, for the time being wholly absorbed by the smiles of his
lady, had no eyes for her, and seemed to attach no especial
meaning to her visit. So that Miss Georgie, feminine to her
finger-tips and oversensitive perhaps where those two were
concerned, suddenly abandoned her real object in going to the
ranch, and rode away without saying a word of what she had come
to say.
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