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THE FRENZY OF EVELYN I drags both Jon and Dave up and forced their arms around her, and my own, yelling:

"Now hard—the harder the better!"

But that was different. She beat us in our faces till we were black and blue—and my nose was bleeding. Only—when she had struck Dave once he let go and turned his back. At last Jon and I let go, too, and she stood there among us, like a young devil. I was ready to run, and Jon was discouraged at the result of the embracing business. But Dave just turns and looks at her. She starts to say something not so wild and Dave thunders:

"Silence!"

And, after a moment:

"Apologize to daddy and Jon!"

But nothing happened. She couldn't, she was too choked.

Then Dave turned to us and said:

"Father—brother, since Evelyn will not apologize for herself, I do so for her. I am ashamed of her. I did not know she could be such a devil." 203