"
"That sounds like Lawanne," Hollister observed.
"It's true, no matter who it sounds like," she retorted.
"If you really believe that, you are certainly a fool to go on living
with a man like Jim Bland," Hollister declared. It did not occur to
him that he was displaying irritation.
"I've told you why and I do not see any reason for changing my idea,"
she said coolly. "When it no longer suits me to be a chattel, I shall
cease to be one. Meantime--_pax_--_pax_--
"Where is Doris and the adorable infant?" Myra changed the subject
abruptly. "I don't hear or see one or the other."
"They were all out in the kitchen a minute ago, bathing the kid," he
told her, and Myra went on in.
Hollister's work lay almost altogether in the flat now. The cut cedar
accumulating under the busy hands of six men came pouring down the
chute in a daily stream. To salvage the sticks that spilled, to
arrange the booms for rafting down stream, kept Hollister on the move.
At noon that day Myra and Doris brought the baby and lunch in a basket
and spread it on the ground on the sunny side of an alder near the
chute mouth, just beyond the zone of danger from flying bolts.
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