suppose," he added, looking at her frankly, "I should have mentioned
my going there. But to tell you the truth, I didn't think anything much
about it. It was just business, and when I'm with you, Miss Goldilocks,
I like to forget my troubles. You," he declared, his eyes glowing upon
her, "are the antidote. And you wouldn't have mo believe you could
possibly be jealous!"

"No," said Evadna, in a more amiable tone. "Of course I'm not. But I do
think you showed a--well, a lack of confidence in me. I don't see why
_I_ can't help you share your troubles. You know I want to. I think
you should have told me, and let me help. But you never do. Just for
instance--why wouldn't you tell me yesterday where you were before
breakfast? I know you were SOMEWHERE, because I looked all over the
place for you," she argued naively. "I always want to know where you
are, it's so lonesome when I don't know. And you see--"

She was interrupted at that point, which was not strange. The
interruption lasted for several minutes, but Evadna was a persistent
little person. When they came back to mundane matters, she went right on
with what she had started out to say.

"You see, that gave old Hagar a chance to accuse you of--well, of a
MEETING with Georgie. Which I don't believe, of course. Still, it does
seem as if you might have told me in the first place where you had been,
and then I could have shut her up by letting her see that I knew all
about it. The horrid, mean old THING! To say such things, right to
your face! And--Grant, where DID she get hold of that knife, do you
suppose--and--that--bunch of--hair?" She took his hand of her own
accord, and patted it, and Evadna was not a demonstrative kind of person
usually. "It wasn't just a tangle, like combings," she went on slowly.
"I noticed particularly. There was a lock as large almost as my finger,
that looked as if it had been cut off. And it certainly WAS Georgie's
hair."

"Georgie's hair," Good Indian smilingly asserted, "doesn't interest me
a little bit. Maybe Hagar scalped Miss Georgie to get it. If it had been
goldy, I'd have taken it away from her if I had to annihilate the whole
tribe, but seeing it wasn't YOUR hair--"

Well, the argument as such was a poor one, to say the least, but it had
the merit of satisfying Evadna as mere logic could not have done, and
seemed to allay as well all the doubt that had been accumulating for
days past in her mind. But an hour spent in a hammock in