"I'll get it for you," said the warm-hearted girl. She stole to the
head of the landing, and, the hall below being clear at the moment,
she flitted down and out at the back door, reaching the deserted
cabin unobserved. How desolate it looked in the fading twilight! The
fire was out on the hearth, and the old creaking chair was empty.
But Miss Lou did not think of Aun' Jinkey. Her thoughts were rather
of a stranger whose face had been eloquent of gratitude as he
offered to shield her with his life. Then she remembered his excited
question as to the time of the marriage. "When?" Had her answer
anything to do with the sudden and bold departure? Her heart was in
a sudden flutter. She snatched the corncob pipe and tobacco pouch,
and sped back again in a strange blending of fear and hope. She felt
guilty that she could dare hope to see him, a Yankee, again. "But
his smile was so pleasant and frank!" she murmured. "Oh, I never
remember to have had such genial, honest, unreserved good-will
looked at me by any one except mammy, and she's so old and wrinkled
that she can't look much of anything.
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