"I don't care--I think it's perfectly awful." Evadna looked
distastefully upon her breakfast. "I just can't sleep in that
room, Aunt Phoebe. I tried not to think about it, but it opens
right that way."
"Huh!" snorted Wally. "Board up the window, then, so you can't
see the fatal spot!" His gray eyes twinkled. "I could DANCE on
it myself," he said, just to horrify her--which he did. Evadna
shivered, pressed her wisp of handkerchief against her lips, and
left the table hurriedly.
"You boys ought to be ashamed of yourselves!" Phoebe scolded
half-heartedly; for she had lived long in the wild, and had seen
much that was raw and primitive. "You must take into
consideration that Vadnie isn't used to such things. Why, great
grief! I don't suppose the child ever SAW a dead man before in
her life--unless he was laid out in church with flower-anchors
piled knee-deep all over him. And to see one shot right before
her very eyes--and by the man she expects--or did expect to
marry--why, you can't wonder at her looking at it the way she
does.
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