Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/47

ABOUT THE LOVE GAME field and got her off the fence where she was sticking fast, with the jug and the basket to manage, and scared of a couple of harmless cows a-watching what she was going to do about it.

Jonathan carried the jug and the basket to the old shellbark tree and looked like he was crazy to carry her, too. She had no umbrell' and he held his big straw hat over her head to keep the sun off. She looked like a glowing red flower. But I expect old Jonthy had no idea how fine he looked in his shining bare head, with the sun on it.

"Now, that's strange!" thinks I, to myself, "that Jon should notice once that a woman had a fence to climb. He used to laugh at them when cows got after them. And it has to be mighty funny when Jon laughs."

"Jonthy," says I, "how did you know? Was you expecting her?"

"I must have been, daddy," laughs Jonathan back at me. 31