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Updated: May 8, 2025
"You're all I've ever had," whispered little Eve Edgarton. Silently for a moment each according to his thoughts sat staring off into far places. Then without any warning whatsoever, the man reached out suddenly and tipped his daughter's face up abruptly into the light. "Eve!" he demanded.
Out of her diminutiveness, out of her leanness, out of her extraordinary litheness, little Eve Edgarton stared up speculatively at Barton's great hulking helplessness. Her hat looked humorous. Her hair looked humorous. Her tattered flannel shirt was distinctly humorous. But there was nothing humorous about her set little mouth.
"Oh, shucks!" said Barton uneasily. "A a house isn't so much!" "It isn't?" asked little Eve Edgarton incredulously. "Why why you don't mean " "Don't mean what?" puzzled Barton. "Do you live in a house?" asked little Eve Edgarton abruptly. Her hands were suddenly quiet in her lap, her tousled head cocked ever so slightly to one side, her sluggish eyes incredibly dilated.
the first sentence smote him "Paleontologically the periods are characterized by absence of the large marine saurians, Dinosaurs and Pterosaurs " "eh?" gasped Barton. "Why, of course!" called Edgarton, a bit impatiently, from the window. Laboriously Barton went back and reread the phrase to himself. "Oh oh, yes," he conceded lamely. "Paleontologically," he began all over again.
From head to foot a sudden warm sense of satisfaction glowed through him, a throb of pride, a puffiness of the chest. "Ha!" he gloated. Then interruptingly from outside the window he heard the click of chairs hitching a bit nearer together. "Sst!" whispered one voice. "Who's the freak in the 1830 clothes?" "Why, that? Why, that's the little Edgarton girl," piped the other voice cautiously.
"Miles! and miles! Rough walking, too, darned rough! And your poor little feet " "I don't walk particularly with my 'poor little feet," gibed Eve Edgarton. "Most especially, thank you, Mr. Barton, I walk with my big wanting-to-walk!" "Oh," said Barton. "O h." The bones in his knees began suddenly to slump like so many knots of tissue-paper. "Oh all right Eve!" he called out a bit hazily.
"Why, I think," drawled Eve Edgarton, "I think very naturally that you're going to ride and I'm going to walk back to the hotel." "Well, I am not!" snapped Barton. "Well, you are not!" he protested vehemently. "For Heaven's sake, Miss Edgarton, why don't you go scooting back on the gray and send a wagon or something for me?"
And women I have often heard are very happy in a garden! And " Slowly little Eve Edgarton lifted her eyes again to his. "Has John got a beard?" she asked. "Why why, I'm sure I don't remember," stammered her father. "Why, yes, I think so why, yes, indeed I dare say!" "Is it a grayish beard?" asked little Eve Edgarton. "Why why, yes I shouldn't wonder," admitted her father.
Even before their discreetly shuttered windows Barton winced back again with a sudden horrid new realization of his half-nakedness. "For Heaven's sake!" he cried, "let's sneak in the back way somewhere! Oh Lordy! what a sight I am to meet your father!" "What a sight you are to meet my father?" repeated Eve Edgarton with astonishment. "Oh, please don't insist on waking up Father," she begged.
Or anything else of mine in the world that you have any fancy for! But for Heaven's sake " With extraordinarily dilated eyes Eve Edgarton stared out at him from her white pillows. "Why why, if it makes you feel like that just to read it," she reproached him mournfully, "how do you suppose it makes me feel to have to write it? All you have to do is to read it," she said.
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