McCloud and Dicksie
Cloud. “Well, I won’t lose any time in returning it to her, at any rate.”
“Where are you going?” Dicksie’s voice was faint.
“I’m going to give Marion her pin.”
“Do nothing of the sort! Come here! Give it to me.”
“Dicksie, dare you tell me, after a shock like that, it really is your pin?”
“Oh, I don’t know whose pin it is!”
“Why, what is the matter?”
“Give me the pin!” She put her hands unsteadily up under her hat. “Here, for Heaven’s sake, if you must have something, take this comb!” She slipped from her head the shell that held her knotted hair. He caught her hand and kissed it, and she could not get it away.
“You are dear,” murmured Dicksie, “if you are silly. The reason I wouldn’t let you ride home with me is because I was afraid you might get shot. How do you suppose I should feel if you were killed? Or don’t you think I have any feeling?”
“But, Dicksie, is it all right?”
“How do I know? What do you mean? I will not let you ride home with me, and you will not let me ride home alone. Tie Jim again. I am going to stay with Marion all night.”
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