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They go arm-in-arm now, gravely and deliberately enough, along the old High-street, to the Nuns' House. At the gate, the street being within sight empty, Edwin bends down his face to Rosebud's. She remonstrates, laughing, and is a childish schoolgirl again. 'Eddy, no! I'm too sticky to be kissed. But give me your hand, and I'll blow a kiss into that. He does so.
"Guess you've always been a child to me," he said. "An' kiddies ain't bustin' with brain generly. However, I don't reckon you're foolish. 'Cep' when you git around that Reservation," he added thoughtfully. There was a brief silence. The man avoided the violet eyes. He seemed afraid to look at them. Rosebud's presence somehow made things hard for him.
The reason of Nevil Steyne's toleration by the White River Farm people was curious. It was for Rosebud's sake; Rosebud and Wanaha, the wife of the renegade wood-cutter. The latter was different from the rest of her race. She was almost civilized, a woman of strong, honest character in spite of her upbringing. And between Rosebud and this squaw a strong friendship had sprung up.
"Wal," he said, with a sigh, "that's settled." His words were an expression of relief. "I don't understand. You've let him go. You've given him a chance to get away in safety after " "Yes," responded the other grimly, "a dawg's chance." The answer silenced all further protest. "Yes," Seth went on reflectively, "I've done with him, I guess; we all have. Say, he's Rosebud's uncle." "Ah!"
She much angry with Seth. She say Seth always always look for find her white folks. She not want them these white folks. She love Seth. For her he is the world. So. She say Seth angry, and want her go away. Wana listen. Wana laugh inside. Wana love too. Seth good. He love her much much. Then she say she think Seth find these white folks." "Seth has found Rosebud's folk?"
"And that's just what I don't like about it," retorted Phoebe, her fingers traveling like lightning up and down the corners of the boxes. "You like this hot-air talk, and I don't; and the way them fellows and girls shoot hot-air at each other in that there 'Little Rosebud's Lovers' is enough to beat the street-cars!" "What is it about?"
Rosebud's scruples thus being quieted she returned to her seat on the bed, and they talked on while the man ate his dinner. She watched the almost slavish devotion of Wanaha with interest and sympathy, but her feelings were all for the tall, beautiful woman. For the man she had no respect. She tolerated him because of her friend only. An hour later they were on the Reservation.
It was an unusually gay voice that greeted him when he looked up, and eyes that were brighter, and more deeply violet than ever. Had he given thought to these things he might have realized that there was something artificial in Rosebud's manner, something that told of unusual excitement going on in her bosom.
They were laughing over Rosebud's attempt to scare her cousin with her threat of the Indians. "You see, auntie," the girl said roguishly, "you are a 'tenderfoot. It is always the privilege of 'old hands' to ridicule newcomers. In your world there is little for you to learn. In ours you must be duly initiated." "In my world?" Mrs. Rickards smiled and raised her eyebrows.
Rosebud's cousin had changed considerably in those seven days. Her ample proportions were shrunken. Her face was less round, but had gained in character. The education of a lifetime had been crowded into the past week for her. And it had roused a spirit within her bosom, the presence of which she had not even suspected. "Rube wants you, Seth," she announced.
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