Margaret only possessed a feeling that is quite common to
humanity; she being such a little savage, she openly expressed an
emotion that many of us have, but try to hide.
The Llewellen children picked berries, of course, as did most of
the other neighbors. Pine Camp was almost a "deserted village"
during the season when the sweet, blue fruit hung heavy on the
bushes.
Sometimes the Sherwood party, and the Llewellens, would cross
each others' paths in the woods, or pastures; but little Margaret
always shrank into the background. If Nan tried to surprise her,
the half wild little thing would slip away into the deeper woods
like one of its own denizens.
Near the river one day Margaret had an experience that should
have taught her a lesson, however, regarding wandering alone in
the forest. And the adventure should, too, have taught the child
not to shrink so from an ugly face.
Nan had something very important to tell Margaret. Her savings
had amounted to quite a goodly sum and in the catalog of a mail-
order house she had found something of which she wished to secure
Margaret's opinion. The child, as usual, ran away when they met,
and even Bob could not bring her back.
"She's as obstinate as dad's old mu-el," grunted the disgusted
boy.
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