Cross between a peacock and a parrot, she must be, he thought vindictively.

It was maddening that she would not--could not, perhaps ?--live up to that goddess-on-the-mountain-top look she had sometimes.
"I don't know anything about it except that it's hard luck for us both." "Well, what-- ?" She paused in the act of putting away her first-aid-to-the-complexion implements, and looked at him with her wide, purple eyes.

"Why, you cross, mean, little stingy boy, you! You can have your old peak then.

I'll go down and jump in the lake." She began to climb down from the little pinnacle quite as if she meant to do exactly as she said.
"Aw, come out of it!" Jack tried not to turn and look at her anxiously, but he was a human being.
"I'm not in it--yet," Marion retorted with dark meaning, and jumped to the ground.
"Hey! you wanta break a leg ?" He swung toward her.
"Just to spite you, I wouldn't mind.

Only you'd throw me down there amongst all those rocks and trees and make it my neck.