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Updated: June 2, 2025
Sunny rubbed his eyes and thought hard, nor did he find the process irksome. From the miserable camp pup he glanced at the grubby face of Jamie. Then his eyes passed on to Vada's pretty but equally dirty features. And swift action at once followed his thought. He glanced at the dying fire in the cookstove, and saw the small clothes hanging on the chair in front of it.
And like a cloud his confusion dispersed and his mind became clear. His hatred of James was thrust once more into the background. Jessie's salvation depended on Vada's going. Vada must go. He sighed as he rose from his chair and blew out the lamp. "Maybe I'm wrong," he murmured, passing into the bedroom. "Maybe. Well, I guess God'll have to judge me, and He knows."
"'Ess," nodded Jamie, thrilling with wonderment, and eyeing him critically. Elated with his success, Sunny went on warmly "Yep. Jest a fairy, an' I bro't a heap o' good grub fer you kiddies t' eat." But Vada's small brain was following out its own train of thought, and passed the food question by. "Awful ugly," she said, half to herself. "'Ess," muttered Jamie abstractedly.
"They've runned away," cried Vada, peering into the box. "Me don't like 'piders," murmured Jamie definitely. Vada's great brown eyes filled with tears. Fresh rivulets began to run down the muddy channels on her downy cheeks. Her disappointment found vent in great sobbing gulps. Jamie stared at her in silent speculation. Then one little fat hand reached out and pushed her.
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