" He gave Evadna a
quick, sidelong glance as she came into the room, and pushed back
his chair. "I'll get at it right away," he said cheerfully,
picked up his hat, and went out whistling. Then he put his head
in at the door. "Say," he called, "does anybody know where that
long-handled shovel is?" Again he eyed Evadna without seeming to
see her at all.
"If it isn't down at the stable," said Jack soberly, "or by the
apple-cellar or somewhere around the pond or garden, look along
the ditches as far up as the big meadow. And if you don't run
across it there--" The door slammed, and Jack laughed with his
eyes fast shut and three dimples showing.
Evadna sank listlessly into her chair and regarded him and all
her little world with frank disapproval.
"Upon my WORD, I don't see how anybody can laugh, after what has
happened on this place," she said dismally, "or--WHISTLE,
after--" Her lips quivered a little. She was a distressed
Christmas angel, if ever there was one.
Wally snorted.
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