Her eyes went to her feet and her hands to her hair.
"You oughtn't to slip up an' s-startle a lady that-a-way," she
said with grave rebuke, and Hale looked humbled. "Now you just set
there and wait till I come back."
"No--no--I want you to stay just as you are."
"Honest?"
Hale gravely crossed heart and body and June gave out a happy
little laugh--for he had caught that gesture--a favourite one--
from her. Then suddenly:
"How long?" She was thinking of what Dave said, but the subtle
twist in her meaning passed Hale by. He raised his eyes to the sun
and June shook her head.
"You got to go home 'fore sundown."
She dropped her hoe and came over toward him.
"Whut you doin' with them--those weeds?"
"Going to plant 'em in our garden." Hale had got a theory from a
garden-book that the humble burdock, pig-weed and other lowly
plants were good for ornamental effect, and he wanted to
experiment, but June gave a shrill whoop and fell to scornful
laughter. Then she snatched the weeds from him and threw them over
the fence.
"Why, June!"
"Not in MY garden. Them's stagger-weeds--they kill cows," and she
went off again.
Pages:
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229