She had been rendered grave and thoughtful.

"But I guess I'll risk dreaming under the pines." Bo had been watching them with her keen blue eyes.
"Nell, it'd take a thousand years to make a savage of you," she said.
"But a week will do for me." "Bo, you were one before you left Saint Joe," replied Helen.

"Don't you remember that school-teacher Barnes who said you were a wildcat and an Indian mixed?
He spanked you with a ruler." "Never! He missed me," retorted Bo, with red in her cheeks.

"Nell, I wish you'd not tell things about me when I was a kid." "That was only two years ago," expostulated Helen, in mild surprise.
"Suppose it was.

I was a kid all right.