"Say," he called, "does anybody know where that long-handled shovel is ?" Again he eyed Evadna without seeming to see her at all.
"If it isn't down at the stable," said Jack soberly, "or by the apple-cellar or somewhere around the pond or garden, look along the ditches as far up as the big meadow.

And if you don't run across it there--" The door slammed, and Jack laughed with his eyes fast shut and three dimples showing.
Evadna sank listlessly into her chair and regarded him and all her little world with frank disapproval.
"Upon my WORD, I don't see how anybody can laugh, after what has happened on this place," she said dismally, "or--WHISTLE, after--" Her lips quivered a little.

She was a distressed Christmas angel, if ever there was one.
Wally snorted.

"Want us to go CRYING around because the row's over ?" he demanded.

"Think Grant ought to wear crepe, I suppose--because he ain't on ice this morning--or in jail, which he'd hate a lot worse.