But
you never do. Just for instance--why wouldn't you tell me
yesterday where you were before breakfast? I know you were
SOMEWHERE, because I looked all over the place for you," she
argued naively. "I always want to know where you are, it's so
lonesome when I don't know. And you see--"
She was interrupted at that point, which was not strange. The
interruption lasted for several minutes, but Evadna was a
persistent little person. When they came back to mundane
matters, she went right on with what she had started out to say.
"You see, that gave old Hagar a chance to accuse you of--well, of
a MEETING with Georgie. Which I don't believe, of course.
Still, it does seem as if you might have told me in the first
place where you had been, and then I could have shut her up by
letting her see that I knew all about it. The horrid, mean old
THING! To say such things, right to your face! And--Grant, where
DID she get hold of that knife, do you suppose--and--that--bunch
of--hair?" She took his hand of her own accord, and patted it,
and Evadna was not a demonstrative kind of person usually.
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