“I’m afraid you can’t. That house is yours. You’re going to sleep there. I’m afraid you’ll have to obey orders,” he finished. “You see, I’m bigger than you are.”
Her eyes measured his long limbs and her lips curved in a crooked little smile.
“I don’t like to obey orders.”
“I’m afraid you must.”
“You haven’t any right to make yourself uncomfortable.”
“Oh, yes, I have,” he said. “Might is right—in the woods.”
Something in the way he spoke caused her to examine his face minutely, but his eyes were laughing at her.
“Oh!” she said meekly.