"And to-day it is worse, because they just go around like a lot of dummies and won't do anything but look mean. Aunt Phoebe was so cross--CROSS, mind you!--because I burnt the jam. And some of the jumpers are missing, and nobody knows where they went-- and Marie has got the toothache worse than ever, and won't go and have it pulled because it will HURT! I don't see how it can hurt much worse than it does now--she just goes around with tears running down into the flannel around her face till I could SHAKEher!" Evadna laughed--a self-pitying laugh, and rocked her small person violently. "I wish I could have an office and live in it and telegraph things to people," she sighed, and laughed again most adorably at her own childishness. "But really and truly, it's enough to drive a person CRAZY, down at the ranch!""For a girl with a brand-new sweetheart--" Miss Georgie reproved quizzically, and reached for the inevitable candy box.
"A lot of good that does, when he's never there!" flashed Evadna, unintentionally revealing her real grievance. "He just eats and goes--and he isn't even there to eat, half the time. And when he's there, he's grumpy, like all the rest." She was saying the things she had told herself, on the way up, that she would DIErather than say; to Miss Georgie, of all people.
"I expect he's pretty worried, chicken, over that land business."Miss Georgie offered her candy, and Evadna waved the box from her impatiently, as if her spirits were altogether too low for sweets.
"Well, I'm very sure I'M not to blame for those men being there,"she retorted petulantly. "He"-- she hesitated, and then plunged heedlessly on--"he acts just as if I weren't anybody at all. I'm sure, if he expects me to be a doll to be played with and then dumped into a corner where I'm to smile and smile until he comes and picks me up again--""Now, chicken, what's the use of being silly?" Miss Georgie turned her head slightly away, and stared out of the window.
"He's worried, I tell you, and instead of sulking because he doesn't stay and make love--""Well, upon my word! Just as if I wanted--""You really ought to help him by being kind and showing a little sympathy, instead--""It appears that the supply of sympathy--""Instead of ****** it harder for him by feeling neglected and letting him see that you do. My Heavens above!" Miss Georgie faced her suddenly with pink cheeks. "When a man is up against a problem--and carries his life in his hand--""You don't know a thing about it!" Evadna stopped rocking, and sat up very straight in the chair. "And even if that were true, is that any reason why he should AVOID me? I'M not threatening his life!""He doesn't avoid you. And you're acting sillier than I ever supposed you could. He can't be in two places at once, can he?
Now, let's be sensible, chicken. Grant--""Oh--h!" There was a peculiar, sliding inflection upon that word, which made Miss Georgie's hand shut into a fist.
"Grant"--Miss Georgie put a defiant emphasis upon it--"is doing all he can to get to the bottom of that jumping business.
There's something crooked about it, and he knows it, and is trying to--""I know all that." Evadna interrupted without apology.
"Well, of course, if you DO--then I needn't tell you how silly it is for you to complain of being neglected, when you know his time is all taken up with trying to ferret out a way to block their little game. He feels in a certain sense responsible--""Yes, I know. He thinks he should have been watching somebody or something instead of--of being with me. He took the trouble to make that clear to me, at least!" Evadna's eyes were very blue and very bright, but there was no look of an angel in her face.
Miss Georgie pressed her lips together tightly for a minute.
When she spoke, she was cheerfully impersonal as to tone and manner.
"Chicken, you're a little goose. The man is simply crazy about you, and harassed to death with this ranch business. Once that's settled--well, you'll see what sort of a lover he can be!""Thank you so much for holding out a little hope and encouragement, my dear!" Evadna, by the way, looked anything but thankful; indeed, she seemed to resent the hope and the encouragement as a bit of unwarranted impertinence. She glanced toward the door as if she meditated an immediate departure, but ended by settling back in the chair and beginning to rock again.
