Peter loved her hair, almost as much as Jolly Roger loved it, and he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath of content as the smothering sweetness of it shut out the sunlight from him.
"Peter," she whispered, "I'm almost scared to have him come today.

I've promised him.

You remember--I promised to tell him if Jed Hawkins struck me again.

And he has! He made that mark, and if Jolly Roger knows it he'll kill him.

I've got to lie--lie--" Peter wriggled, to show his interest, and his hard tail thumped the ground.