Belle considered. "Better stay down at the Milford's to do your playing,"
she answered. "It might bother Aunt Maria to have a boy romping around
here."

So Georgina fared forth, after taking off her prism and hanging it in a
safe place. Only Captain Kidd frisked down to meet her when she stood
under the studio window and gave the alley yodel which Richard had taught
her. There was no answer. She repeated it several times, and then Mr.
Moreland appeared at the window, in his artist's smock with a palette on
his thumb and a decidedly impatient expression on his handsome face.
Richard was posing, he told her, and couldn't leave for half an hour. His
tone was impatient, too, for he had just gotten a good start after many
interruptions.

Undecided whether to go back home or sit down on the sand and wait,
Georgina stood looking idly about her. And while she hesitated, Manuel
and Joseph and Rosa came straggling along the beach in search of
adventure.

It came to Georgina like an inspiration that it wasn't Barby who had
forbidden her to play with them, it was Tippy. And with a vague feeling
that she was justified in disobeying her because of her recent crossness,
she rounded them up for a chase over the granite slabs of the breakwater.
If they would be Indians, she proposed, she'd be the Deerslayer, like the
hero of the Leather-Stocking Tales, and chase 'em with a gun.

They had never heard of those tales, but they were more than willing to
undertake any game which Georgina might propose. So after a little
coaching in war-whoops, with a battered tin pan for a tom-tom, three
impromptu Indians sped down the beach under the studio windows, pursued