You, perhaps, might say a friendly word to Mr.
Boyd--if you are on that footing with him--to consider Lana's reputation a little more, and his own amusement a little less." I said slowly: "Whatever footing I am on with him, I will say that to him, if you wish." "I don't wish you to provoke him." "I shall take pains not to." She said impatiently: "There are far too many army duels now.

It sickens me to hear of them.

Besides, Lana did ever raise the devil beyond bounds with any man she could ensnare--and no harm done." "No harm," I said.

"Walter Butler had a hurt of her bright eyes, and sulked for months.

And many another, Mrs.Bleecker.But somehow, Mr.
Boyd--" She nodded: "Yes--he's too much like her--but, being a man, scarcely as innocent of intention, I've said as much to her, and left her pouting--the silly little jade." We said nothing more, having come in sight of the low house of logs where Lois dwelt.
"The poor child," said Mrs.Bleecker softly.