Her lashes were long and gave a touching softness to
her eyes even when she was looking quietly at him, but there were
times, as he had noticed already, when a brooding look stole over
them, and then they were the lair for the mysterious loneliness
that was the very spirit of Lonesome Cove. Some day that little
nose would be long enough, and some day, he thought, she would be
very beautiful.
"Your cousin, Loretta, said she was coming over to see you."
June's teeth snapped viciously through the stick of candy and then
she turned on him and behind the long lashes and deep down in the
depth of those wonderful eyes he saw an ageless something that
bewildered him more than her words.
"I hate her," she said fiercely.
"Why, little girl?" he said gently.
"I don't know--" she said--and then the tears came in earnest and
she turned her head, sobbing. Hale helplessly reached over and
patted her on the shoulder, but she shrank away from him.
"Go away!" she said, digging her fist into her eyes until her face
was calm again.
They had reached the spot on the river where he had seen her
first, and beyond, the smoke of the cabin was rising above the
undergrowth.
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