Ten minutes later I looked up from the task, to receive full in my face a red rose tossed from the other side of the room.

The missile was followed by an enchanting burst of laughter.
"We cannot afford to quarrel, can we ?" cried Mistress Jocelyn Percy.
"Life is sad enough in this solitude without that.

Nothing but trees and water all day long, and not a soul to speak to! And I am horribly afraid of the Indians! What if they were to kill me while you were away?
You know you swore before the minister to protect me.

You won't leave me to the mercies of the savages, will you?
And I may go to Jamestown, may n't I?
I want to go to church.

I want to go to the Governor's house.