He finally came down to birds and
humble bees, though when they started he had talked magnificently of
alligators and bears.
Carl laughed and relapsed into brooding silence.
A little later on the Sherrill porch he found himself listening with
tired patience to Aunt Agatha's opinion of camping in the Everglades.
"What with your Esquimaux," she puffed tearfully, "and the immigrant
who wasn't an immigrant--and I must say this once, Carl, for all I
promised to ask no further questions, that you never attempted to
explain that performance to my satisfaction--the young man with the
eye, you know, and the immigrant with his feet on the lace spread--to
say nothing at all of Diane's losing herself in the flat-woods over a
cart wheel of flame, I wonder I'm not crazy, I do indeed! And riding
off to Jacksonville with the Indian girl, for all I've lain awake night
after night seeing her scalp lying by the roadside! It was bad enough
to have you in those horrible Glades, but Diane--"
"Aunt Agatha," said Carl patiently, "what in thunder are you driving at
anyway?"
"Why," said Aunt Agatha in aggrieved distress, "Diane's gone and left
Johnny at some funny little hamlet and she's gone into the Everglades
to a Seminole village with the Indian girl.
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