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Jackrabbit drew himself up quickly, but he was furious at interference from a source where it was wholly unexpected. "Hm me honest," he growled fiercely, flashing her a malignant look. "Huh?" was Wowkle's monosyllabic observation delivered in a guttural tone.
The next instant, however, he slumped down beside her upon the floor, where both the man and the woman sat in silence gazing into the fire. The man was the first to speak. "Send me up Polka. Say, p'haps me marry you huh?" he said, coming to the point bluntly. Wowkle's eyes were glued to the fire; she answered dully: "Me don't know."
Slowly, stealthily, Jackrabbit left the cabin, the two women, though for different reasons, watching him go until the door had closed behind him. "Now, Wowkle," said the Girl, turning to her with a smile, "it's for two to-night." Wowkle's eyelashes twinkled up inquisitorially. "Huh?" "Yep." Wowkle's eyes narrowed to pin-points. "Come anotha? Never before come anotha," was her significant comment.
They had been silent for some moments, when at last he ventured: "Me give fatha four dolla" and here he indicated the number with his two hands, the finger with the cream locking those of the other hand "and one blanket." Wowkle's eyes dilated. "Better keep blanket baby cold," was her ambiguous answer. Whereupon Jackrabbit emitted a low growl.
For some moments the Girl continued to fumble among her possessions in the bureau drawer; at last she brought forth an orange-coloured satin ribbon, which she placed in the Indian woman's hands with her prettiest smile, saying: "Here, Wowkle, you can have that to fix up for the weddin'." Wowkle's eyes glowed with appreciation.
By this time Wowkle's soft tread had ceased, her duties for the night were over, and she stood at the table waiting to be dismissed. "Wowkle, git to your wigwam!" suddenly ordered her mistress, watching her until she disappeared into the cupboard; but she did not see the Indian woman's lips draw back in a half-grin as she closed the door behind her. "Oh, you're sending her away!
All of a sudden, Jackrabbit's gaze was arrested by a piece of paper which lay upon the floor and in which had been wrapped the charlotte russes; he went over to it quickly, picked it up, opened it and proceeded to collect on his finger the cream that had adhered to it. "Huh!" he growled delightedly, holding up his finger for Wowkle's inspection.
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