But I snatched my hand away. "I don't
want to be a good fellow," I cried. "I'm tired of being
a good fellow. I've been a good fellow for years and
years, while every other married woman in the world has
been happy in her own home, bringing up her babies. When
I am old I want some sons to worry me, too, and to stay
awake nights for, and some daughters to keep me young,
and to prevent me from doing my hair in a knob and
wearing bonnets! I hate good-fellow women, and so do
you, and so does every one else! I--I--"

"Dawn!" cried Von Gerhard. But I ran up the steps
and into the house and slammed the door behind me,
leaving him standing there.





CHAPTER IX


THE LADY FROM VIENNA


Two more aborigines have appeared. One of them is a
lady aborigine. They made their entrance at supper and
I forgot to eat, watching them. The new-comers are from
Vienna. He is an expert engineer and she is a woman of
noble birth, with a history. Their combined appearance