"How, Hagar, and Viney, and Lucy," she greeted languidly when she
saw the three squaws sidle closer, and reached for a bag of candy
for them.
Hagar's greasy paw stretched out greedily for the gift, and
placed it in jealous hiding beneath her blanket, but she did not
turn to go, as she most frequently did after getting what she
came for. Instead, she waddled boldly into the office, her eyes
searching cunningly every corner of the little room. Viney and
Lucy remained outside, passively waiting. Hagar twitched at
something under her blanket, and held out her hand again; this
time it was not empty.
"Ketchum sagebrush," she announced laconically. "Mebbyso yo'
like for buy?"
Miss Georgie stared fixedly at the hand, and said nothing. Hagar
drew it under her blanket, held it fumbling there, and thrust it
forth again.
"Ketchum where ketchum hair," she said, and her wicked old eyes
twinkled with malice. "Mebbyso yo' like for buy?"
Miss Georgie still stared, and said nothing.
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