White shadow

Three great hulking cousins, said she, closing her gray eyes disdainfully. We accepted the rebuke in astonished silence. Presently she opened her eyes, and seemed surprised to see us there yet. she said, if you think I am going to stay here until you make up your minds... I've made up mine, said 'Donald. We will go to the links. You may come. I shall not, she announced. Walter, what do you propose? Walter looked at his cartridge belt and then at the little breech-loader standing in a corner of the arbour. Oh, I know, she said, but I won't! I won't! I won't! The uncles and aunts on the piazza turned to look at us; her mother arose from a steamer-chair and came across the lawn. Won't what, Sweetheart? she asked, placing both hands on her daughter's shoulders. Mamma, Walter wants me to shoot, and Don wants me to play golf, and I--won't! She doesn't know what she wants, said I. Don't I? she said, flushing with displeasure. Her mother might suggest something, hazarded Donald. We looked at our aunt.