“You needn't to be afraid, Miss Peck,” said Tommy. “There's lots of men here.”
“Who's afraid?” said the biscuit-shooter.
“Oh,” said Lin, “maybe it's like most news we get in this country. Two weeks stale and a lie when it was fresh.”
“Of course,” said Tommy.
“Hello, Tommy!” called Taylor from the lane. “Your horse has broke his rein and run down the field.”
Tommy rose in disgust and sped after the animal.
“I must be cooking supper now,” said Katie, shortly.
“I'll stir for yu',” said Lin, grinning at her.
“Come along then,” said she; and they departed to the adjacent kitchen.
Miss Wood's gray eyes brightened with mischief. She looked at her Virginian, and she looked at me.