“Come over after supper,” called Adam, after him.
“All right,” he replied, and then was gone.
Very shortly then Adam had supper prepared, to which he cheerfully invited Genie. She came reluctantly, with furtive eyes on the green beyond camp, and sat down to fold her feet under her, after the manner of an Indian. Adam, without any comment, served her supper, not omitting a generous quantity of fragrant fried eggs and a brimming cupful of creamy milk. Wherewith Genie utterly forgot, or magnificently disdained, any recollection of what she had said. She even asked for more. But she was vastly removed from the gay and lightsome Genie.
“What’d you ask him back here for?” she demanded.
“I want to talk to him. Don’t you?” replied Adam, innocently.
“Me!... When he called me bub?”
“Genie, be sensible. They’re nice people. I think I’ll camp here a day or so. We’ll rest up, and that’ll give me time to look around.”
“Look around!... What’ll become of me?” wailed Genie, miserably.
“You can watch camp. I dare say young Blair will forget your rudeness and be nice to you.”
Then Genie glared with terrible eyes upon Adam, and she seemed between tears and rage.