"Jan will surely be coming home soon," he greeted her. "What if the birds tell him what happened out there on the trail?"
She flushed scarlet.
"Perhaps the same birds will tell us what has happened down on the
Nelson House trail, Jean," she retorted.
"Pouf! Jan Thoreau doesn't give the snap of his small finger for the
MacVeigh girl!" Jean replied, warm in defense of his friend.
"She is pretty," laughed Mélisse, "and I have just learned that is why men like to—like them, I mean."
Jean strutted before her like a peacock.
"Am I pretty, Mélisse?"
"No-o-o-o."
"Then why"—he shrugged his shoulders suggestively—"in the cabin—"
"Because you were brave, Jean. I love brave men!"