WAR
baked a fine lot of gooseberry pies! And not a soldier had come after 'em yet.
But I said no!—and put my foot down, and Evelyn said yes and put hers down.
And so it stood—both stubborn.
Then Evelyn backed down herself—sudden.
"No, we won't go," she says. "I'm afraid. I daren't do it. I won't—I won't do it!"
And she starts away to the house, and up to her room. I saw her look out the window, and swing her arms.
But she had hardly reached it before she came running back, scared and excited, saying:
"Yes—come on. We got to go. It's orders."
"Don't you feel well, Evelyn?" asks Jon.
"No," says Evelyn, then, "yes."
"We'd better not go," says Jon.
"I don't know what to do—I don't know what—yes, we've got to do it. If I disobey—"
She didn't waver any more. But I was still stubborn. Though after Betsy said gooseberry pies I had wobbled.
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