"I know that it's filled with yellow girls, and that they squeeze
their feet like this," said Jeanne, unlacing her moccasin. "My
tutor and I have just finished a delightful trip along the Great
Wall. We'd go to Peking, in an automobile, if I wasn't afraid."
Philip's groan was audible. He went to the canoe, and Jeanne's red
lips curled in a merriment which it was hard for her too suppress.
Philip did not see. When he had unloaded the canoe and turned,
Jeanne was walking slowly back and forth, limping a little.
"It's all right," she said, answering the question on his lips. "I
don't feel any pain at all, but my foot's asleep. Won't you please
unstrap the small pack? I'm going to make my toilet while you are
gone with the canoe."
Half an hour later Philip unshouldered the canoe at the upper end
of the rapids. His own toilet articles were back in the cabin with
Gregson, but he took a wash in the river and combed his hair with
his fingers. When he returned, there was a transformation in
Jeanne. Her beautiful hair was done up in shining coils. She had
changed her bedraggled skirt for another of soft, yellow buckskin.
At her throat she wore a fluffy mass of crimson stuff which seemed
to reflect a richer rose-flush in her cheeks.
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