Chapter 23
The Malice of a SquawGood Indian looked in the hammock, but Evadna was not there. He
went to the little stone bench at the head of the pond, and when he
still did not see her he followed the bank around to the milk-
house, where was a mumble of voices. And, standing in the doorway
with her arm thrown around her Aunt Phoebe's shoulders in a pretty
protective manner, he saw her, and his eyes gladdened. She did not
see him at once. She was facing courageously the three
inseparables, Hagar, Viney, and Lucy, squatted at the top of the
steps, and she was speaking her mind rapidly and angrily. Good
Indian knew that tone of old, and he grinned. Also he stopped by
the corner of the house, and listened shamelessly.
"That is not true," she was saying very clearly. "You're a bad
