Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/53

ABOUT THE LOVE GAME "Daddy!" says Jon.

"Excuse me!" says I. "I meant in several pieces."

"In one way I'm glad about that," says Evelyn. "I don't like little people. Maybe, if Dave's as tall and handsome as you, Jon, I won't exactly hate him. I may like him a little."

"The easiest job you ever undertook!" says Jon, blushing a little about that "handsome" business.

"No, it will not be easy," insists Evelyn. "It will take all my power of will. And who will explain me? He doesn't seem ever to have heard of me."

"You will explain yourself—just a look at you!" says Jon. "But, I will tell Dave a few things. Dave and me are very good friends."

"He can't be as dear and sweet as you, Jonthy!" she says, leaning up against old Jonathan.

And Jon, when she done that, the holiness came into his face. I might as well have been 37