Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/48

WAR "Was you expecting him—to rescue you from the fearful cows?" I also asked of Evelyn.

"I must have been, daddy," says she, exactly like Jon, and smiles that smile I have been telling you about—white teeth, red lips and love by the bushel!

"And neither didn't know the other was coming?"

They both said no.

"One of those—"

"Coincidences," says they both at once.

Evelyn was leaning up against the old shellbark tree and swinging Betsy's Sunday sunbonnet, which she'd borrowed of the cook, by the strings, right into Jon's face, and both was laughing. Now, what do you think of that for two such solemns! But it looked nice—very nice. Behind Evelyn was the big black tree, and behind that, yet, the yellow wheat pitching about, under the wind, like the waves of the ocean—at least I expect so, though I have never seen the ocean—and I don't 32