The Indians grinned unsympathetically at her, for Hagar was not the most popular member of the tribe by any means.
Scrambling up, she shook her witch locks from her face, wrapped herself in her dingy blanket, and scuttled away, muttering maledictions under her breath.

The watching group turned and followed her, and in a few seconds the gate was heard to slam shut behind them.

Grant stood where he was, leaning against the milk-house wall; and when they were gone, he gave a short, apologetic laugh.
"No need to lecture, Mother Hart.

I know it was a fool thing to do; but when Donny told me what the old devil said, I was so mad for a minute--" Phoebe caught him again by the arm and pulled him forward.

"Grant! You're squeezing Vadnie to death, just about! Great grief, I forgot all about the poor child being here! You poor little--" "Squeezing who ?" Grant whirled, and caught a brief glimpse of a crumpled little figure behind him, evidently too scared to cry, and yet not quite at the fainting point of terror.