And no man had ever put a hand on her.

Consciousness of this brought shame and anger.

She struggled so violently that she freed herself.

And he lay back.
"See here--that's no way to act--to hug--a person," she cried, with flaming cheeks.
"Boy, I--" "I'm NOT a boy.

I'm a girl." "What!" Lucy tore off her sombrero, which had been pulled far forward, and this revealed her face fully, and her hair came tumbling down.