Violet Elizabeth’s blue eyes, fixed pleadingly upon him, filled with tears. Violet Elizabeth’s underlip trembled.
“You’re making me cry,” she said. A tear traced its course down the blackberry stained cheek.
“Pleath, Douglath.”
Douglas hesitated and was lost. “Oh, well——” he said.
“Oh, thank you, dear Douglath,” said Violet Elizabeth. “What thall I be?”
“Well,” said William to Douglas sternly. “Now you’ve let her play I s’pose she’d better be a squaw.”
“A thquaw,” said Violet Elizabeth joyfully, “what thort of noith doth it make?”
“It’s a Indian lady and it doesn’t make any sort of a noise,” said Ginger crushingly. “Now we’re going out hunting and you stay and cook the dinner.”
“All right,” said Violet Elizabeth obligingly. “Kith me good-bye.”
Ginger stared at her in horror.