Uncle Billy was
going home.
"Come down to see us right away now," he called back. "Ole Hon's
might nigh crazy to gic her eyes on ye."
"All right, Uncle Billy," said June, "early termorrer." The Red
Fox did not open his lips, but his pale eyes searched the girl
from head to foot.
"Git down, June," said Loretta, "and I'll walk up to the house
with ye."
June slid down, Devil Judd started the old horse, and as the two
girls, with their arms about each other's waists, followed, the
wolfish side of the Red Fox's face lifted in an ironical snarl.
Bub was standing at the gate, and when he saw his father riding
home alone, his wistful eyes filled and his cry of disappointment
brought the step-mother to the door.
"Whar's June?" he cried, and June heard him, and loosening herself
from Loretta, she ran round the horse and had Bub in her arms.
Then she looked up into the eyes of her step-mother. The old
woman's face looked kind--so kind that for the first time in her
life June did what her father could never get her to do: she
called her "Mammy," and then she gave that old woman the surprise
of her life--she kissed her.
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