The Little Doctor pouted her lips in a way to tempt a man all he could
stand, and snipped out the wing with her scissors and did it over.

So with her painting. She started a scene in the edge of the Bad Lands
down the river. Chip knew the place well. There was a heated discussion
over the foreground, for the Little Doctor wanted him to sketch in some
Indian tepees and some squaws for her, and Chip absolutely refused to do
so. He said there were no Indians in that country, and it would spoil
the whole picture, anyway. The Little Doctor threatened to sketch them
herself, drawing on her imagination and what little she knew of Indians,
but something in his eyes stayed her hand. She left the easel in disgust
and refused to touch it again for a week.

She was to spend a long day with Miss Satterly, the schoolma'am, and
started off soon after breakfast one morning.

"I hope you'll find something to keep you out of mischief while I'm
gone," she remarked, with a pretty, authoritative air. "Make him take
his medicine, Johnny, and don't let him have the crutches. Well, I
think I shall hide them to make sure."

"I wish to goodness you had that picture done," grumbled Chip.
"It seems to me you're doing a heap of running around, lately.
Why don't you finish it up? Those lonesome hills are getting
on my nerves."

"I'll cover it up," said she.

"Let it be. I like to look at them." Chip leaned back in his
chair and watched her, a hunger greater than he knew in his eyes.