Oh, didn't we have a lovely time, Jennie?"
"Now I understand," said Graydon. "The glow in your face comes from
the consciousness of good deeds."
"It comes from exertion. Are you not making too much effort to be
satirical?"
"Therefore my face should be suffused with the hue of shame. You see
I have changed also, and have become a cynic and a heathen from long
residence in Europe."
"Please be a noble savage, then."
"That's not the style of heathen they develop abroad."
"Madge told us about the savages that used to live in these mountains,
and how bad they were treated," piped Jennie.
"Poor Lo! No wonder he went to the bad," said Graydon, significantly.
"He was never recognized as a man and a brother."
"And he was unsurpassed in retaliation," Madge added.
"Considering his total depravity and general innocence, that was to be
expected."
"It turned out to be bad policy."
"In so far as he was a man he hadn't any policy."
"I shall not depreciate the Indians for the sake of argument. They
rarely followed the wrong trail, however."
"What on earth are you and Madge driving at?" exclaimed Mrs. Muir.
"It matters little at what, but Madge appears to be the better
driver," chuckled Mr.
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