Indeed, I had virtually to
treat them as if free. It was either that or ruin."
"Well," growled her brother, "you can't keep that pace and I
wouldn't begin it."
"I can only do the best I can, from day to day," sighed the lady,
"and I've been almost distracted."
After showing her affectionate solicitude for Miss Lou she returned,
feeling that her presence at home was now hourly needed.
Gradually the little household began to adjust itself to the new
order of things, and day by day Mr. and Mrs. Baron were compelled to
see that the few servants who ministered to them were kept at their
tasks by an influence in which they had no part. Almost
imperceptibly, Miss Lou regained her strength, yet was but the
shadow of her former self. Uncle Lusthah gave his attention to the
garden, already getting weed-choked. The best he could hope to do
was to keep up a meagre supply of vegetables, and Zany in the cool
of the day often gave him a helping hand.
Late one afternoon Miss Lou, feeling a little stronger, went to Aun'
Jinkey's cabin and sat down on the doorstep.
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