"There's nobody
knows how I feel this night! She wa'n't a bad girl, my Becky wa'n't. She
was deceived, but it'll make her bad, everybody turnin' agin her so--and
that Jane Meredith, she was sech a wild girl! Oh, I'm afeard! I'm
afeard!"
"But we'll have Becky back again, Mrs. Weir," I said, intensely relieved,
even at this state of things; "and, more than that, we shall see her very
happy yet. I will write to her, myself, to-night."
"I don't know,"--Aunt Patty shook her head sadly--"she might think I'd
got you to do it. I seen she took it to heart, you're turnin' agin her
so, and I didn't believe you'd 'a' done it if you'd known all. I wanted
to go up and see yer, for I knew you'd soften, but no, she wouldn't let
me. She said she'd never forgive me ef I did. No; she'd think I'd been a
puttin' ye up to it." Aunt Patty dried her tears, helplessly.
"You ought to have come to me!" I exclaimed with grave emphasis; "whether
she wanted you to or not!"
"Perhaps I had, teacher," said Aunt Patty, meekly; "but you couldn't 'a'
gone agin her ef you'd been in my place. She wasn't vexed, teacher, but
she was awful set, and she looked so wore out! I couldn't go agin her.
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