But now that I've come up here to see her off, I've done my duty, I have indeed.

And I do hope Carl hasn't any wild ideas for the summer--I couldn't stand it.

Allan, as long as Miss Diane is camping within reasonable distance of the farm, you'd better take the run-about each night and find her and see if she's all right--and brush the snakes and bugs and things out of camp.

If everything wild in the forest collected around the camp fire, like as not she wouldn't see them until they bit her." The boy shifted a slim, bare leg and sniggered.
"Miss Westfall," he said, "Miss Diane she says she's a-goin' to a spot by the river and camp a week an'-- an' if she finds anybody a-follerin' or spyin' on her from the farm, she'll skin him alive an'-- an' them black eyes o' her'n snapped fire when she said it.

An' Johnny, he's got weepons 'nough with him to fight pirutes." Aunt Agatha groaned and rocking dolorously back and forth upon the porch reviewed the calamitous possibilities of the journey.
But the restless young nomad on the road ahead, sniffing the rare, sweet air of early summer, had already relegated the memory of her long-suffering aunt to the forgotten things of civilization.