Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/57

ABOUT THE LOVE GAME and her fingers in his hair, after she begun it! But she wouldn't do it more'n once a month—on the first—which she said was too often, but, on account of being forced, she would do it that much. Jon never let the day pass by! He'd bring her the scissors, the comb and a towel for her to pin around him—My, my! When she'd pin that towel her arms had to go round him! She was standing behind. Once he kissed her both hands when they was under his chin. Evelyn laughed. But Jon was white as the towel. Then he got red. He stayed that color.

Those hair-cuts! Jon's head looked like the places where Shalom used to eat grass, in the meadows. Shalom was a lazy and luxurious sort of a cow, so she'd eat in the shade of a tree—sometimes laying down. And, some places, where the grass was extra sweet, she'd eat till the ground stuck out. Others, where timothy grew instead of clover, she'd let alone, or just eat off the heads of the timothy. You know how stubbly that looks! Then she'd lay 41