“You an' HIM.”
“Jus' as I s'posed,” she repeated, and a spot of red came into each cheek. “But we didn't see YOU.” Young Dave laughed.
“Well, everybody don't always see me when I'm seein' them.”
“No,” she said unsteadily. “So, you've been sneakin' around through the woods a-spyin' on me—SNEAKIN' AN' SPYIN',” she repeated so searingly that Dave looked at the ground suddenly, picked up a pebble confusedly and shot it in the water.
“I had a mighty good reason,” he said doggedly. “Ef he'd been up to some of his furrin' tricks—-” June stamped the ground.
“Don't you think I kin take keer o' myself?”
“No, I don't. I never seed a gal that could—with one o' them furriners.”
“Huh!” she said scornfully. “You seem to set a mighty big store by the decency of yo' own kin.” Dave was silent. “He ain't up to no tricks. An' whut do you reckon Dad 'ud be doin' while you was pertecting me?”
“Air ye goin' away to school?” he asked suddenly. June hesitated.
“Well, seein' as hit's none o' yo' business—I am.”