"Biggest kind of a donation. Sile Hathaway's just got here with two whole deer. Killed 'em on the mountains yesterday."
The deacon brightened up a little as he responded, "Deer, eh? Well, the elder won't starve, anyway."
Susie enjoyed herself exceedingly, but Pen told her,—
"It's real good of you to laugh right out the way you do. They ain't half so much afraid of you now as they were when you got here."
"Afraid of me, Pen?"
"Why, yes: you're a city girl. They ain't a bit afraid of me."
Vosh overheard that, and he added with a broad grin,—
"Fact, Susie. Half these fellows'd rather face a wildcat, any day, than a girl like you, right from the city."
Susie blushed and laughed, but it was a sort of explanation to her of some things she had noticed during the evening.
"Port," said Corry, "let's go out and take a look at Sile Hathaway's deer. One's a buck, and one's a doe, and they're prime."