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Small wonder that they did so, for the unfortunate young man lay under a horrid spell, and his face and hands were not pink or white or sun-brown, like yours or mine, but bright green, like a parrot's wing! "Welcome, O wonderful animals," said the enchanted King. "Your fame has gone before you into every land, and it is said that there is no question you cannot answer.
"You can ride and shoot an arrow swift and far. Your eyes are keen and your tread lithe and soft like a fawn " "It is all the wild lore of the woodland I learned as a child." "But Sho-caw does not know! To him the gypsy heart of you, the sun-brown skin and scarlet cheeks, the night-black hair beneath the turban, are but the lure and charm of an errant daughter of the O-kee-fee-ne-kee wilderness.
He had not dreamed that this sun-brown, bearded man, in the roughest of mining-garbs, had ever seen the inside of a college. Hunter smiled at the boy's evident surprise. "I don't look like a college graduate, do I? But I assure you I am not the worst-dressed man in camp.
Much of her natural color had left her face. As he had never seen this natural color, under the sun-brown of the Pacific voyage, he did not miss it. Instantly she began to speak. How glad she was that she had prepared herself to speak as she would have spoken to any other good friend!
Bagnet understands them. They speak of gratitude, of joy, of grief, of hope; of inextinguishable affection, cherished with no return since this stalwart man was a stripling; of a better son loved less, and this son loved so fondly and so proudly; and they speak in such touching language that Mrs. Bagnet's eyes brim up with tears and they run glistening down her sun-brown face. "George Rouncewell!
When she would see him coming she would run away for fear of herself, and seek her room in the loft, where she would scrub her face and hands in a hopeless effort to remove the sun-brown. Then she would scan her face in a mirror, for which Dic had paid two beautiful bearskins, hoping to convince herself that she was not altogether hideous.
One evening when Rita had encountered more trouble than usual with the sun-brown, and was more than ever before convinced that she was a fright and a fool, she went downstairs, wearing her ribbon, to greet Dic, who was sitting on the porch with father, mother, and Tom. When she emerged from the front door, Tom, the teaser, said: "Oh, just look at her! She's put on her ribbon for Dic."
"Smell violets?" asked a heterogeneous combination of sun-brown and buckskin. "This ground's a perfect wheat-field of violets," exclaimed the whiskered youngster. "Lots o' Mayflowers and night-shades in the bush," declared a ragged man, who was one of the worst gamblers in camp, and was now aimlessly shuffling a greasy, bethumbed pack of cards. "Oh!" came simultaneously from half a dozen.
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