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"You aren't angry, are you, Aunt Phoebe?" she coaxed. "You you know you said you wanted me to be par-TIC-ularly nice to Grant!" "Great grief, child! You needn't choke me to death. Of course I'm not angry." But Phoebe's eyes did not brighten. "You look angry," Evadna pouted, and kissed her placatingly. "I've got plenty to be worked up over, without worrying over your love affairs, Vadnie."
Much easier to handle in court, if there's no violence to complicate the case." "They're looking for it," Phoebe reminded him bluntly. "The man had a gun, and threw down on Vadnie." "He only pointed it at me, auntie," Evadna corrected, ignorant of the Western phrase.
"You can give me as many pieces as you like. They're always good medicine," he assured her. But he kept his head bent so that his hat quite hid his face from her. "What about?" he asked, a betraying tenseness in his voice. "About Vadnie and you. I notice you don't speak you haven't that I've seen, since that day on the porch. You don't want to be too hard on her, Grant.
They heard a faint scream when she caught sight of them sitting there, and their faces settled into more stolid indifference, adding a hint of antagonism even to the soft eyes of Lucy, the tender, childless one. "Vadnie, here are some new neighbors I want you to get acquainted with." Phoebe's eyes besought the girl to be calm. "They're all old friends of mine.
"Let me in, honey, and we'll talk it over. Something's got to be done. If you wouldn't be so timid, and would make friends with them, instead of looking at them as if you expected them to murder you I must say, Vadnie, you're a real temptation; they can't help scaring you when you go around acting as if you expected to be scared. You you're TOO " The door opened still wider, and she went in.
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