Had a lovely ride--up through Sage Valley." Jack glowered at her with the one unbandaged eye, and growled something under his breath, and then began to stab meat and potatoes with his fork.
"What's the matter, Jack?
Aren't you well ?" asked Columbine, with a solicitude just a little too sweet to be genuine.
"Yes, I'm well," snapped Jack.
"But you look sick.

That is, what I can see of your face looks sick.
Your mouth droops at the corners.

You're very pale--and red in spots.
And your one eye glows with unearthly woe, as if you were not long for this world!" The amazing nature of this speech, coming from the girl who had always been so sweet and quiet and backward, was attested to by the consternation of Jack and the mirth of his father.
"Are you making fun of me ?" demanded Jack.
"Why, Jack! Do you think I would make fun of you?
I only wanted to say how queer you look....

Are you going to be married with one eye ?" Jack collapsed at that, and the old man, after a long stare of open-mouthed wonder, broke out: "Haw! Haw! Haw!...

By Golly! lass--I'd never believed thet was in you....