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"I hate hiritted Evadna, in an eht it wise not to see talk The murmur of her voice as she explained and coly from the room, with now and then an interruption while she waited for a tardy answer to some question Finally she rose and stood in the doorway, looking back at a huddled figure on the bed

"Now dry your eyes and be a good girl, and remember what you've promised," she admonished kindly "Aunt Phoebe didn't mean to scold you, honey; she only wants you to feel that you belong here, and she wants you to like her boys and have them like you They've alanted a sister to pet; and Aunt Phoebe is hoping you'll not disappoint her You'll try; won't you, Vadnie?"

"Y--yes," murmured Vadnie meekly from the pillow "I know you will" Phoebe looked at her for a er rather wistfully, and turned away "I do wish she had so that Evadna ht hear her "She don't take after the Ra mushy about them that I ever heard of"

"Mushy! MUSHY!" Evadna sat up and stared at nothing at all while she repeated the word under her breath "She wants entleness in her letters, and told how her boys need it, and then--she calls it being MUSHY!"

She reached mechanically for her hair-brush, and fu, yellow hair quite as unbelievable in its way as were her eyes--Grant had shown a faculty for observing keenly when he called her a Christ them slide from her lap to the floor "MUSHY!" she repeated, and shook down her hair so that it framed her face and those eyes of hers "I suppose that's what they all say behindh her hair "I am scared to death of Indians," she admitted, with analytical frankness, "and tarantulas and snakes--but--MUSHY!"

Grant stood s-room, where he could look out upon the s under the shade of the poplars and the bluff behind, when Evadna calanced across at her, saw her hesitate, as if she were ave his shoulders a twitch of tolerant amusement that she should be afraid of hiain Evadna walked straight over to him