"Come on, Kent," he growled and followed by his friend, he marched out of the kitchen door.
"Whew!" said Amos, "talk about civilizing Indians!"
Lydia was trembling violently. "What made him act so—— Did you hurt his sister, Mr. Levine?"
"Didn't even know he had a sister," returned John, coolly relighting his cigar.
Marshall rose and stretched his fat body. "Well, you serve up too much excitement for me, Amos. I'll be getting along. Come, Margery."
"Wait and we'll all have some coffee," said Lizzie. "Land, I'm all shook up."
"Pshaw! 'twan't anything. Kent should have had more sense than to bring him in here," said Levine.
"Why, he's usually perfectly lovely," protested Lydia. "Goes to parties with the girls and everything."
"I wouldn't go to a party with a dirty Indian," said Margery, her nose up in the air.
"What do you know about parties, chicken?" asked Marshall, buttoning her coat for her.