"On the whole I couldn't bear it. At the sight of him I tried to run and couldn't. So I just turned away, flopped on the floor, and howled. Yes, there's your civil formal Lady Rebecca, Royal Squaw, gentlewoman, and tied up with a husband, sniff, boo-hoo-hoo-oo! Although he was only a little one."
Storm crouched in the moss a picture of glum despair, and all the fairies poking fun at him.
"Out with it," he growled. "You ran away with Johnsmith!"
"Ran away with grand-dad! He kissed you as if you were his long lost little one, and took you to walk in the fields, his arm about your neck, until I'd time to mend the ravages in my face-paint."
Storm looked up, wistfully, humbly. "I seem to remember," he whispered. "Father of Virginia and New England."
"Founder of the United States," said Rain, "for so my spirit-guide would call him."
"Captain John Smith? Why didn't you call him by his proper name?"
"Beshrew me I did," she answered indignantly. "All the time."
"Oh, you little liar!"
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