"Leave the house!" she commanded with shrill magnificence, for all her
hair and dress were awry, and her round face flushed. "Leave the
house."
Hunch shrugged and obeyed. It was nearly noon and there was no single
east-side acquaintance--no, not even Link Murphy, the terrible--whom he
feared as he feared Carl Granberry.
Weeping, Aunt Agatha watched him go.
CHAPTER XVI
THE YOUNG MAN OF THE SEA
Diane was to learn that the infernal persistence of the Old Man of the
Sea of Arabian origin could find its match in youth. A week slipped
by. Philip wove an unsatisfactory mat of sedge upon a loom of cord and
stakes, whittled himself a knife and fork and spoon which he initialed
gorgeously with the dye of a boiled alder, invented a camp rake of
forked branches, made a broom of twigs, and sunk a candle in the floor
of his tent which he covered with a bottomless milk bottle. All in
all, he told Nero, he was evoluting rapidly into an excellent woodsman,
despite the peculiar appearance of the sedge mat.
When Diane was honestly indignant, Philip was quiet and industrious,
and accomplished a great deal with his knife and bits of wood. When,
finding his cheerful good humor irresistible, she was forced to fly the
flag of truce, he was profoundly grateful.
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