Chapter 32
She merely stared, like a child which may either burst into
tears or laughter, no one can prophesy which.
He explained, rather worried: "You see, you are a girl,
Jack, and I remembered that you were pleased about those clothes
that you wore to the dance in the Crittenden schoolhouse, and so
when I saw that pin I—well—"
"Oh, Pierre!" said a stifled voice. "Oh, Pierre!"
"Jack, you aren't angry, are you? See, when you put it at the
throat it doesn't look half bad!"
And to try it, he pinned it on her shirt. She caught both his
hands, kissed them again and again, and then buried her face
against them as she sobbed. If the heavens had opened and a
cloudburst crashed on the roof of the house, he would have been
less astounded.
"What is it?" he cried. "Damn it all—Jack—yo
