ABOUT THE LOVE GAME
learn and he must. And she might be as much of a rebel as she liked. There was plenty of 'em about, and nobody was getting hurt yet—much.
It was really so, that we loved her—and most as much as Dave. Personally, I don't remember ever seeing a prettier girl than Evelyn. I don't think any one around here ever did. Our girls are different: mostly fat and with taffy hair and blue eyes. But Evelyn had eyes like the shady twin-springs in the Poison Woods—where you can see mysterious things you don't understand and big and round—a good deal like a little cow-calf. Unshuldich, the Germans call 'em. And her hair was black—actually black—with no shine to it—and never would lay straight, just clung close about her face, careless, like pictures I've seen, but never on a real person. And her face it was kind of pale and glorious and high born, with red spots in the cheeks which spread all over her face, and sometimes her neck and breast, when she was surprised or happy. And it was seri-
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