And I don't like him; he didn't look right." "I thought he was very kind to tell us about the farmhouse, and if his voice is sort of gruff, I s'pose he can't help that." "It isn't that exactly; but I think he's a,--a--" "A what ?" "Never mind; here we are at the place.

Why, Mops, it isn't a house at all! It's a tent,--a lot of tents." "So it is! It must be an encampment.

Do you think there are soldiers here ?" "Soldiers?
No! I only wish they _were_ soldiers." As King was speaking, a young woman came walking toward them, smiling in an ingratiating way.

Like the man, Jim, she was dark-haired and dark-skinned.

Her black eyes flashed, and her smiling red lips showed very white teeth as she spoke kindly to the children.
"Come in," she said, in a wheedling voice; "come in; I love little boys and girls.