A hunted, half-desperate look came into her eyes, but
she did not waver in her purpose.
Mrs. Whately knocked, but the girl would not admit her.
Meanwhile Mrs. Baron said to Aun' Jinkey in parting, "See to it that
you don't put foolish notions in my niece's head. We are none of us
in a mood for trifling to-day."
Then the old woman's wrath burst out. "You 'speck I'se feared ter
speak fer dat chile w'at stan' by me so? Bettah be keerful yosef,
mistis; you alls gittin' on ve'y scarey groun' wid Miss Lou. You
tink you kin do wid her w'at you pleases des ez ef she a lil gyurl
baby. I reck'n her moder come out'n her grabe ter look arter you ef
you ain' keerful."
"What do you mean by such language?"
"I mean des dis, mistis. Ef you tinks Miss Lou ole anuff ter mar'y
you know she ain' a chile. Ef she ain' a chile she a woman. Does you
tink you kin tromple on a woman? You kin tromple on me en I am'
sayin' not'n, but you kyant tromple on a wi'te woman like yosef. I
tells you you gittin' on scarey groun' wid Miss Lou.
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