But she picked up her rabbit, and walked on. In half an hour she reached the camp, strode straight to the pine tree under which Haig lay, and held up before him the puny prize.
“Now I know you’re proud of me!” she exclaimed, while her face crimsoned.
Haig smiled indulgently. It was a little better than he had expected.
“Don’t be downcast!” he said. “I didn’t think you’d get a deer the first day. You didn’t even see one, I suppose.”
“But I did, though! I had one right under my eyes, not thirty feet away. And what do you think I did?”
“Stood and looked at it, of course. That’s buck fever.”
“But it was only a tiny little doe!”
“Doe fever then, which is probably worse, if I know anything about––”
“That will do, Philip! You’re laughing at me.”
“Not at all. You’ve brought home something to eat, and that’s more than I can do. Bunny looks big and fat. He’ll make a fine dinner, and leave something for to-morrow.”