Eleven Possible Cases
She bit her lip in resentment, but made no reply.
"Pare-haps he is one-a lover oof you?"
Still she would not reply to his impertinence. That angered him more than the severest rejoinder would have done.
"Oh, I am sure-a zat he ees one suitor."
She gave way at length to his provocation, and yet without any violent words, for she simply said: "You are insulting, while he is at least reasonably polite--when he heeds me at all, which isn't often."
"Not-a often? But some-what closely he heed-a you. See zat."
With an open palm he struck the place on the sapling where Gerald had whittled. The spot was on the outer edge, where Mary could not see it from her seat. She went around to the front of the primitively constructed desk, or high counter, to gratify her curiosity. There she saw that Gerald had carved a hand--her own hand, as she instantly perceived. The small and shapely member was reproduced in the fresh, pale wood with rare fidelity. She ha