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The whites have got to have that land and if a lot of sentimental grannies won't let us get it openly, we've got to get it quietly." They were nearing the camp now and Kent stopped and in the moonlight took Lydia by the shoulders. "Look here, Lyd, don't you tell a soul about what we saw. Promise me!" "I'll do nothing of the kind," snapped Lydia. The two stood staring at each other.
"Well, did I give you a good time, Miss?" asked Kent, as they chug-chugged down the Avenue. "Oh, Kent, it was wonderful!" "And you don't feel as if I were a villain any more? You've forgiven me?" "Forgiven you? For what?" "For not agreeing with you on the Indian question. Gee, I was sore at you, Lyd, that morning at the hearing, and yet I was like your Dad. I was proud of you, too."
"Gum lasts longer," suggested Lydia. "What kinda gum, spruce or white or tutti-frutti?" "You can choose." "Spruce then. It makes the most juice. Come on, Lyd, before you're called in." And thus ended the heroic day.
It was Kent's turn to flush and he did so to such an extent that Lydia was sorry for him while she waited for him to answer. "Hang it, Lyd, I've been an infernal cad, that's all!" "And," Lydia went on, mercilessly, "I've got nothing to wear now but the same old graduating dress. I suppose you were hoping for better things?" "Stop it!" Kent shouted. "I deserve it, but I'm not going to take it.
He looked at her so happily, his boyish eyes so appealing, his square chin so belligerent, that Lydia suddenly laughed and gave his ear a tweak. "Poor old vanity! Did he want all the ladies to adore him? Well, they do, so cheer up!" Kent grinned. "Lyd, you're a goose and a good old pal! Hang it, I'm glad you've got brain enough to stick to your own opinions!"
"Lord, what a dreamer you are, Lyd," groaned Kent. "Mr. Dudley, do you hear this?" Amos grunted. "Nothing looks good to me but this cottage. I'd have a cow and a few pigs and some bees and the whole world could go to the devil for all of me." "Lydia," said Kent, "be sensible. Don't talk impossibilities." "What is there impossible about it?" demanded Lydia.
You've put an awful good suit on him, Mart, just to play in." "He'll change before he plays," Martie answered, nervously smiling. "Come, dear!" "Don't forget your things for the cleaner's!" Lydia said, handing her her suitcase. Martie surprised the older sister with a sudden kiss. "Thanks, Lyd, dear!" she said. "Good-bye! Come, Ted!"
He pays me twelve hundred a year for my four. Nobody knows it, not even Lyd. People would only talk, you know, and it's none of their affair. It's his fad, you know. We married young, and Joe had no profession. Uncle Ben thinks the State ought to pay women for bearing children. He says it's their business in life.
And I saw the poor starving, diseased brutes and I cursed my white breed. And yet, Lyd, I saw a tract of pine up in the middle of the reservation that I'd sell my soul to own! It's on a rise of ground, with a lake on one edge, and the soil is marvelous, and it belongs to a full-blood." There was understanding in Lydia's eyes. "Oh, the pines are wonderful," she exclaimed.
"Yes," returned Lydia calmly, "and in all these years this is the first time you've asked me to go to a party. I've often wondered why." Kent moved uncomfortably. "Pshaw, Lyd, you know I always went with some girl I was having a crush on that was why." "And don't you ever ask a girl to go to a party unless you have a crush on her?" asked Lydia, mischievously. Kent gave her a clear look.
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