"I think maybe it would be a good idea to hold that fort ourselves.

We should have thought of that; only I never thought--" Phoebe, heavy-eyed and pale from wakefulness and worry, came then, and called them in to breakfast.

Gene and Clark came in, sulky still, and inclined to snappishness when they did speak.

Donny announced that he had been in the garden, and that Stanley told him he would blow the top of his head off if he saw him there again.

"And I never done a thing to him!" he declared virtuously.
Phoebe set down the coffee-pot with an air of decision.
"I want you boys to remember one thing," she said firmly, "and that is that there must be no more shooting going on around here.