Kate's eyes held an expression of baffled curiosity.

They often held that expression when she looked at Marion.
But presently the professor came, dragging his feet wearily and mopping his soot-blackened face with a handkerchief as black.

He gave the hammock a longing look, as though he had been counting on easing his aching body into it.

Seeing Marion there asleep, he dropped to the pine needle carpet under a great tree, and began to fan himself with his stiff-brimmed straw hat that was grimed with smoke and torn by branches.
"By George!" he exclaimed, glancing toward Kate as she came hurrying from the cabin.

"That was an ordeal!" "Oh, did you get it put out?
And where is Fred?
Shall I make you some lemonade, Douglas ?" "A glass of lemonade would be refreshing, Kate, after the experience I have gone through.