"Think," echoed Stillwater.
"Think," repeated Mrs. Bunker. "Writing a book, Indiana?"
"Think!" said Glen. "If Indiana's taking these notions, I guess I'd better say good bye." He put on his cap.
"Don't mind them, darling," said Mrs. Stillwater. She drew Indiana's head down on her shoulder, feeling her hot cheeks and forehead solicitously.
"She's so warm—"
"What's the use of riding yourself out like that, Indiana?" said Mrs. Bunker.
"Grandma Chazy," cried Indiana, starting up. "I'd rather have one mad gallop like that if it were the death of me, than take a slow gait for the rest of my life."
"Indiana!" exclaimed Mrs. Stillwater.
"That's only the sporting spirit in her, mother," said Stillwater. "She comes by it honestly." He smiled as he recalled a few venturesome dealings of his own within the last year, which had not culminated as he would have wished. Stillwater was one of the men who could enjoy a laugh at his own expense.
"There was a devil in me, this morning," said Indiana, fiercely, "and I just rode it down."