"There," said Mr. Baron grimly, "is one of them coming back already.
They'll be sneaking, whining back when the crops are spoiled and
it's too late."
Miss Lou rose feebly and got an old sunshade from the hall.
"Louise, you are not able--I forbid it."
The girl felt she had strength to get to the old woman but not
enough to contend with her uncle, so she went slowly down the steps
without a word. Mr. Baron growled, "I might as well speak to the
wind as to anybody on the place any more."
When Aun' Suke saw the girl coming to her she scrambled to her feet,
and holding up her hands ejaculated all sorts of remorseful and
deprecatory comments.
"Welcome back," said Miss Lou kindly, when in speaking distance.
"There, don't go on so. Sit down and I'll sit down with you." She
sank at the foot of the tree and leaned against it, panting.
"I des feels ez ef de yeth ud op'n en swaller me," began the poor
renegade, quivering with emotion.
"Don't talk so, Aun' Suke. I'm not strong enough to stand
foolishness.
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