"We mus' wait, we sut'ny mus', twel Chunk kin creep ter he granny's
cabin."
"I can't wait, Zany. It wouldn't be best, either for me or Chunk.
It's not very late yet, and I could visit Aun' Jinkey without
exciting remark if you go with me. It's too dark for Chunk to be
seen and I'd protect him with my life. I must get better ground for
hope or my heart will break. Pretend I wish a glass of water and see
if we can't slip out now."
This Zany did, discovering that Mrs. Baron was with her husband in
his office and that Mrs. Waldo had returned to her son's room.
In a few moments Miss Lou was sitting by Aun' Jinkey and tremblingly
telling her fears. Meanwhile Zany scouted around to insure immunity
from observation.
"You po', po' chile!" groaned Aun' Jinkey. "I wuz a-hopin' dat now
you hab a time ob peace en quietness, en you des gwine ter be
s'pended 'twixt hebin en yearth."
"Oh, I fear he's dead, my heart tells me he's dead. Oh, mammy,
mammy, how can God be so cruel? I don't know who caused this war or
who's to blame, but I feel now as if I could TORTURE them.
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