He said that! And then he said--if I didn't think it was wrong--he'd like to kiss me--" She hugged Peter up close to her again.
"And--I told him I guessed it wasn't wrong, because I liked him, and nobody else had ever kissed me, and--Peter--he didn't kiss me! And when he went away he looked so queer--so white-like--and somethin' inside me has been singing ever since.

I don't know what it is, Peter.

But it's there!" And then, after a moment.
"Peter," she whispered, "I wish Mister Jolly Roger would take us away!" The thought drew a tightening to her lips, and the pucker of a frown between her eyes, and she sat Peter down beside her and looked over the valley to the black forest, in the heart of which was Jolly Roger's cabin.
"It's funny he don't want anybody to know he's there, ain't it--I mean--isn't it, Peter ?" she mused.

"He's livin' in the old shack Indian Tom died in last winter, and I've promised not to tell.

He says it's a great secret, and that only you, and I, and the Missioner over at Sucker Creek know anything about it.