"What's the matter, June?" he asked finally.
"I'm just wonderin' why I'm always axin' why," said little June.
She was learning in school, too, and she was happier there now,
for there had been no more open teasing of the new pupil. Bob's
championship saved her from that, and, thereafter, school changed
straightway for June. Before that day she had kept apart from her
school-fellows at recess-times as well as in the school-room. Two
or three of the girls had made friendly advances to her, but she
had shyly repelled them--why she hardly knew--and it was her
lonely custom at recess-times to build a play-house at the foot of
a great beech with moss, broken bits of bottles and stones. Once
she found it torn to pieces and from the look on the face of the
tall mountain boy, Cal Heaton, who had grinned at her when she
went up for her first lesson, and who was now Bob's arch-enemy,
she knew that he was the guilty one. Again a day or two later it
was destroyed, and when she came down from the woods almost in
tears, Bob happened to meet her in the road and made her tell the
trouble she was in. Straightway he charged the trespasser with the
deed and was lied to for his pains.
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