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"In my very own cave you know that I was headed for all the time. We got sort of struck by lightning," she started to explain. "We " "Struck by lightning?" gasped Barton. Mentally he started to jump up. But physically nothing moved. "My God! I'm paralyzed!" he screamed. "Oh, no really I don't think so," crooned little Eve Edgarton.
Very laboriously with his numbed hands, with his strange, unresponsive legs, he edged himself forward a little till he could just reach her shoulder. "Why Kid!" he patted her rather clumsily. "Why, Kid do you mean " Slowly through the darkness Eve Edgarton came crawling to his side. Solemnly she lifted her eyes to Barton's. "I'll tell you something that Mother told me," she murmured.
They had also succeeded in capturing several pieces of artillery, and, in one instance, the entire battery of Captain Edgarton, taking the Captain and most of his men prisoners.
"Five petals of the corollary partly united? Why, it must be some relation to the Mexican rain-tree," she mumbled without enthusiasm. "Leaves alternate, bi-pinnate, very typically few foliate," she continued. "Why, it's a a Pithecolobium." "Sure enough," said Edgarton. "That's what I thought all the time."
Well, of all things!" Jerkily he began to back his horse out of the spring-hole, back back back through the intricate, overgrown pathway of flapping leaves and sharp, scratchy twigs. "I am very sorry, Miss Edgarton, to have forced my presence on you so!" he murmured ironically. "Oh, it isn't just you!" said little Eve Edgarton quite frankly. "It's all Father's friends."
Swiftly her father came running to her side. He thought it was her deathbed statement. "But Eve?" he pleaded. "Why, my own little girl. Why, my " Laboriously the big eyes lifted to his. "Mother was a rose," persisted the stricken lips desperately. "Yes, I know," sobbed her father. "But but " "But nothing," mumbled little Eve Edgarton.
"Why, because it would make such a fuss," droned little Eve Edgarton drearily. "Doors would bang and lights would blaze and somebody'd scream and and you make so much fuss when you're born," she said, "and so much fuss when you die don't you think it's sort of nice to keep things as quietly to yourself as you can all the rest of your days?" "Yes, of course," acknowledged Barton. "But "
In sudden impulsive league with her against this, their apparent common enemy, Age, he thrust the orchids into the older man's astonished hands. "For me?" questioned Edgarton icily. "Why, yes certainly!" beamed Barton. "Orchids, you know! Hothouse orchids!" he explained painstakingly. "So I judged," admitted Edgarton.
"The Neozoic flora," he read, "consists mainly of of Angio Angiosper " Still smiling, but distinctly wan around the edges of the smile, he slammed the handful of papers down on his knee. "If it really doesn't make any difference where we begin, Miss Eve," he said, "for Heaven's sake let's begin somewhere else!" "Oh all right," crooned little Eve Edgarton.
"Only very determined." "Determined about what?" grinned Barton in spite of himself. "Determined about an attic," drawled little Eve Edgarton. With an unwonted touch of vivacity she threw out one hand in a little, sharp gesture of appeal; but not a tone of her voice either quickened or deepened. "Why, Mr.
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