Calumet was watching her, and when she had concluded her inspection she turned to him with a smile.
"Tomorrow you can go to Lazette and get some paint," she said.
"Want it done up in style, eh ?" "Of course," she returned; "why not ?" "That's it," he growled; "why not?
You don't have to do the work." She laughed.

"I should dislike to think you are lazy." He flushed.

"I reckon I ain't none lazy." He could think of nothing else to say.

Her voice had a taunt in it; her attack was direct and merciless.

She looked at Dade, whose face was red with some emotion, but she spoke to Calumet.
"I don't think you ought to complain about the work," she said.