Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/54

WAR a thousand miles away. Jon was in a country where I couldn't follow.

But I don't let no one lose me that way. So I broke in:

"How did you get here, anyhow, Evelyn,—without being injured? You are afraid of cows, and you can't climb no fences. And the fields are full of man-eating rabbits! How did you get here whole?"

"With these," she answers, holding on to Jon more yet, and sticking out a foot that wasn't made for stubbles. "And I am not afraid of anything, and I can climb fences, when my good knight is near."

Meaning Jon!

"U-hu!" say I, "he looks like good morning, by the smile, ever since you came!"

"Then I'll bring the dinner every day! It's good to smile!"

"Then Jon will have a chronic open face before the summer is over," says I—just in fun—"and be no use with tools!"

She was different, that day, and better than 38