And say," he added, with a return of his good-natured grin, "it looks like you and Good Injun didn't get acquainted yesterday.

I thought I saw mum give him an introduction to you--but I guess I made a mistake.
When you come to the store, don't let me forget, and I'll do it myself." "Oh, thank you, Jack--but it isn't necessary," chirped Evadna, and left him with the smile which he had come to regard with vague suspicion of what it might hide of her real feelings.
Two squaws sat cross-legged on the ground in the shade of the little red depot; and them she passed by hastily, her eyes upon them watchfully until she was well upon the platform and was being greeted joyfully by Miss Georgie Howard, then in one of her daily periods of intense boredom.
"My, my, but you're an angel of deliverance--and by rights you should have a pair of gauze wings, just to complete the picture," she cried, leading her inside and pushing her into a beribboned wicker rocker.

"I was just getting desperate enough to haul in those squaws out there and see if I couldn't teach 'em whist or something." She sat down and fingered her pompadour absently.

"And that sure would have been interesting," she added musingly.
"Don't let me interrupt you," Evadna began primly.

"I only came for a money order--Aunt Phoebe's sending for--" "Never mind what you came for," Miss Georgie cut in decisively, and laughed.