She must get horribly lonesome, and it's a perfect SHAME that I haven't been up there lately.

I'm sure she wouldn't treat ME that way." Evadna had put on her angelic expression.

"I WOULD go oftener," she declared virtuously, "only you boys always go off without saying anything about it, and I'm silly about riding past that Indian camp alone.

That squaw--the one that caught Huckleberry the other day, you know--would hardly let go of the bridle.

I was scared to DEATH, only I wouldn't let her see.