I believe that horrid old thing lies awake nights just thinking up nasty, wicked lies to tell about the people she doesn't like.

I don't think you ought to ride around alone so much, Grant; she might murder you.

It's in her to do it, if she ever got the chance." "What do you suppose made her ring Georgie Howard in like that ?" Phoebe speculated, looking at Grant.

"She must have some grudge against her, too." "I don't know why." Good Indian spoke unguardedly, because he was still thinking of Rachel and those laboriously printed words which he had scattered afar.

"She's always giving them candy and fruit, whenever they show up at the station." "Oh--h!" Evadna gave the word that peculiar, sliding inflection of hers which meant so much, and regarded him unwinkingly, with her hands clasped behind her.
Good Indian knew well the meaning of both her tone and her stare, but he only laughed and caught her by the arm.
"Come on over to the hammock," he commanded, with all the arrogance of a lover.