To Nada there was nothing of shame in what lay behind the happiness in the violet radiance of her eyes.

Jolly Roger had brought to her the only happiness that had ever come into her life.

Next to her God, which Jed Hawkins and his witch-woman had not destroyed within her, she thought of this stranger who for three months had been hiding in Indian Tom's cabin.
And, like Peter, she loved him.

The innocence of it lay naked in her eyes.
"Nada," said Jolly Roger.

"You're seventeen--" "Goin' on eighteen," she corrected quickly.