"I don't know as it's in her to apologize for anything.

I never saw such a girl for going right ahead as if her way is the only way! Bull-headed, I'd call her." She looked at Good Indian afterward, studying his face with motherly solicitude.
"I believe you're half in love with her right now and don't know it!" she accused suddenly.
Good Indian laughed softly and bent to his work again.
"ARE you, Grant ?" Phoebe laid a moist hand on his shoulder, and felt the muscles sliding smoothly beneath his clothing while he moved a rock.

"I ain't mad because you and Vadnie fell out; I kind of looked for it to happen.

Love that grows like a mushroom lasts about as long--only _I_ don't call it love! You might tell me--" "Tell you what ?" But Grant did not look up.

"If I don't know it, I can't tell it." He paused in his lifting and rested his hands upon his knees, the fingers dripping water back into the spring.