Uncle says a member of the Baptist Church has been
stealing some of his chickens."
"I knows some tings 'bout de members ob HE church," replied Aun'
Jinkey, with a toss of her head.
"I reckon you do, more than they would like to see published in the
county paper; but we aren't scandal-mongers, are we, Aun' Jinkey?"
and the young visitor sat down in the doorway and looked across the
green meadow seen through the opening in the trees. A dogwood stood
in the corner of the rail fence, the pink and white of its blossoms
well matching the girl's fair face and her rose-dotted calico gown,
which, in its severe simplicity, revealed her rounded outlines.
Aun' Jinkey watched her curiously, for it was evident that Miss
Lou's thoughts were far away. "Wat you tinkin' 'bout, Miss Lou?" she
asked.
"Oh, I hardly know myself. Come, Aun' Jinkey, be a nice old witch
and tell me my fortune."
"Wat you want ter know yo' fortin fur?"
"I want to know more than I do now. Look here, Aun' Jinkey, does
that run we hear singing yonder go round and round in one place and
with the same current? Doesn't it go on? Uncle and aunt want me to
go round and round, doing the same things and thinking the same
thoughts--not my own thoughts either.
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