"Forget the farm house stuff. There aren't any such trimmings to these
mountains. The next farm house is down around Keddie, somewhere.
Through the woods, and mountain all the way." He said it rather
crossly, for his nerves were what he called edgy, and the girl still
irritated him.

"Well, what do you know about that?"

He had known she would say that. Cross between a peacock and a parrot,
she must be, he thought vindictively. It was maddening that she would
not--could not, perhaps?--live up to that goddess-on-the-mountain-top
look she had sometimes.

"I don't know anything about it except that it's hard luck for us
both."

"Well, what--?" She paused in the act of putting away her
first-aid-to-the-complexion implements, and looked at him with her
wide, purple eyes. "Why, you cross, mean, little stingy boy, you! You
can have your old peak then. I'll go down and jump in the lake." She
began to climb down from the little pinnacle quite as if she meant to
do exactly as she said.

"Aw, come out of it!" Jack tried not to turn and look at her
anxiously, but he was a human being.

"I'm not in it--yet," Marion retorted with dark meaning, and jumped to
the ground.

"Hey! you wanta break a leg?" He swung toward her.