IX“—He’ll scare her to pieces,” Marjorie said desperately, and she waited to see Molly Brent come flashing back to the house. But it was after lunch when she came, and she wasn’t flashing. She was trudging five yards or so behind the rest of them, like a small bit of driftwood in their wash, or a young squaw respectfully to the rear of the big chief and his happy band of braves. It had plainly become a man’s world.
“Now, where’s this crab net?” Archie said, very businesslike. It was about ten feet from him in plain sight, where Molly had dropped it when she fled from me. One of the twins ran to get it.
“She made it all herself,” Tommy said proudly. “Come on, Molly.”
She did come on then, when Archie didn’t even look around, her eyes wide, with the air of a fawn approaching a mound of ha
