Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/58

WAR down on it all and go to sleep. Well—that's Jon's head. Real cow-licks!

But Jon wouldn't have had it different no sooner than old Shalom. I think he loved the spots best where Evelyn absent-mindedly cut down to the skin. And if she happened to take a piece of that—all the better for Jon, somehow. It's a wonderful game—love!