But she laughed when she saw how uncomfortable I was, and after that I was almost glad I'd said it; she _did_ have dimples--two of them--and-- The laugh, however, was no sign of incipient amiability, as I very soon discovered. She turned her back on me and went imperturbably on with her sketching; she was trying to put on paper the lights and shades of White Divide--and even a desire to be chivalrous will not permit me to lie and say that she was making any great success of it. I don't believe the Lord ever intended her for an artist. "Aren't you giving King's Highway a much wider mouth than it's entitled to?" I asked mildly, after watching her for a minute. "I should not be surprised," she told me haughtily, "if you some day wished it still wider." "There wouldn't be the chance for fighting, if it was; and I take great pleasure in keeping the feud going." "I thought you were anxious for a truce," she said recklessly, shading a slope so that it looked like the peak of a roof. "I am," I retorted shamelessly. "I'm anxious for anything under the sun that will keep you talking to me. People might call that a flirtatious remark, but I plead not guilty; I wouldn't know how to flirt, even if I wanted to do so." She turned her head and looked at me in a way that I could not misunderstand; it was plain, unvarnished scorn, and a ladylike anger, and a few other unpleasant things. It made me think of a certain star in "The Taming of the Shrew." "Fie, fie! unknit that threatening, unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy neighbor and thine enemy," I declaimed, with rather a free adaptation to my own need. Her brow positively refused to unknit. "Have you nothing to do but spout bad quotations from Shakespeare on a hilltop?" she wanted to know, in a particularly disagreeable tone. "Plenty; I have yet to win that narrow pass," I said. "Hardly to-day," she told me, with more than a shade of triumph. "Father is at home, and he heard of your trip yesterday." If she expected to scare me by that! "Must our feud include your father? When I met him a month ago, he gave me a cordial invitation to stop, if I ever happened this way." She lifted those heavy lashes, and her eyes plainly spoke unbelief. "It's a fact," I assured her calmly. "I met him one day in Laurel, and was fortunate enough to perform a service which earned his gratitude. As I say, he invited me to come and see him; I told him I should be glad to have him visit me at the Bay State Ranch, and we embraced each other with much fervor." "Indeed!" I could see that she persisted in doubting my veracity. "Ask your father if we didn't," I said, much injured. I knew she wouldn't, though.