Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/50

WAR throw him out of the family in exchange for you and let him join the rebels if he's so crazy to. To all intents and purposes, as aforesaid, as Squire Schwartz says, you are my son Dave, and my son Dave is disowned—" just in fun, as you can see. Dave never worked.

We all laughed a little, not hard, and Jon, he says, with a look at Evelyn:

"She can easy take Dave's sickle. He was never much of a hand with the sickle—but—"

"But not his place in your hearts!" breaks in Evelyn, turning rebel, "I've never crossed the door-sill of your affections. I'm an outsider. A poor relation! I'd be a servant—save that I don't work. I wish there were a place where I could earn my living. But I haven't been taught anything. How can I? Some day I'll offend you by my rebel sentiments and you'll turn me out. And if no one else does it, Dave will do it when he comes! I haven't been afraid of you and Jon, but I am afraid of him! The immaculate and wonderful Dave! Hah! And to think that I have his room! 34