Wanna turned and started for the door.
“Here!” he called to her. “Where are you going, Wanna?”
“I’m going away.”
“Can you beat that?” wondered Jack aloud, addressing the wide world. “Come back here, you foolish girl. Your father can’t expect to keep you from talking, can he? Come back and sit down.”
Wanna stopped, but did not come back.
“Why don’t my father want you to talk to me?” she asked.
“Oh, gosh, I don’t know. What do we care? Come back here and I’ll talk to you about San Francisco. Come on, Wanna. Your father won’t be back for several hours, so it will be all right.”
Wanna went slowly back. She did not want to disobey her father, but she did want to hear more of the wonders of the outside world. Finally she sat down beside Jack, forgetful of everything, except his word pictures of the places outside Hawk Hole.
Lucy came to the kitchen door, where she could hear the soft drone of voices from around the corner. She listened for several moments before going to the corner, where she could see Wanna and Jack, sitting close together, talking in undertones.
“Wanna!” said Lucy sharply.