I believe now she's in with old Hagar, Grant.

She kept asking me where you were, and looked so--" "I think, on the whole, we'd better wait till after supper when it's cooler, Goldenhair," Good Indian observed, when she hesitated over something she had not quite decided to say.

"I suppose I really ought to stay and help the boys with that clover patch that Mother Hart is worrying so about.

I guess she thinks we're a lazy bunch, all right, when the old man's gone.

We'll go up this evening, if you like." Evadna eyed him with open suspicion, but if she could read his real meaning from anything in his face or his eyes or his manner, she must have been a very keen observer indeed.
Good Indian was meditating what he called "making a sneak." He wanted to have a talk with Miss Georgie himself, and he certainly did not want Evadna, of all people, to hear what he had to say.