Oh, I COULD marry Allan Scoville, I could
love him and devote my life to him wholly, knowing all the time that
I needn't protect myself, because he would always be a kinder,
truer, better protector. How little I have done for him compared
with that from which he has saved me!"
There was a knock at the door and Zany quickly entered. "I des slip
off while ole miss in de sto'-room, ter gib you a warnin', Miss Lou.
Hain't had no charnce till dis minit. Dat ar ole fox, Perkins, been
snoopin' roun' yistidy arter we un's tracks en las' night he tell
Mad Whately a heap ob his 'jecterin'."
"But, Zany," said Miss Lou, "you don't think they KNOW anything."
"Reck'n hit's all des 'jecterin'," Zany replied. "Kyant be nufin'
else. We des got ter face hit out. Doan you fear on me. We uns mus'
des star stupid-like ef dey ax questions," and she whisked off
again.
The girl felt that the spirit of Zany's counsel would be the best
policy to adopt. While she might not "star stupid-like," she could
so coldly ignore all reference to Scoville's escape as to embarrass
any one who sought to connect her with it.
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