“If it were only Jem,” she sighed to Una, as they sat on Hezekiah Pollock’s tombstone in the graveyard. “HE is such a fighter—he could finish Dan off in no time. But Walter doesn’t know much about fighting.”
“I’m so afraid he’ll be hurt,” sighed Una, who hated fighting and couldn’t understand the subtle, secret exultation she divined in Faith.
“He oughtn’t to be,” said Faith uncomfortably. “He’s every bit as big as Dan.”
“But Dan’s so much older,” said Una. “Why, he’s nearly a year older.”