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Owing to the death of the near-by minister in the late storm, they had to travel a considerable distance in order to begin life according to Marg's strict ideas of propriety. Before leaving she had impressed upon her father the necessity of his keeping a clear head in her absence. "We-all may be gone days, father," she had said, "and yo' certainly do drop in owdacious places when you're drunk.
The look on her face might well stay the reproaches on Marg's lips she almost reeled back as the deep, true eyes met hers. All the smothered sisterliness came to the surface for an instant as she trembled and drew near to the two in the old chintz-covered rocker. "See! my baby, Marg. She is lil' Ann." "Ann what?" whispered Marg. "Just lil' Ann for Miss Lois Ann."
And into this comparative Eden Lois Ann came with words that shattered the peace and calm. In Marg's private thought she had never doubted that her sister had often been with Burke Lawson in the Hollow.
She grew afraid and and hid, and it seemed like the soul of me would die; for, don't you see, Burke thinks that Marg's man is is the father, and Marg and Jed lays the trouble to Burke and they think her his! And and it has grown more since the big road brought us-all closer. The big road brought trouble as well as good.
"I'll hurry mighty fast to the Centre," Nella-Rose concluded, after escaping from Marg's disturbed gaze, "then I'll hide the things by the big road and I'll go to his cabin. I'll I'll surprise him!" Truedale had told her the day before, in a moment of caution, that he would have to work hard for a time in order to make ready for White's return.
If you start now you can be back by sundown." To Marg's surprise, Nella-Rose offered no protest to the seven-mile walk, nor to the heavy load. She promptly pulled her sunbonnet to the proper angle on her head and gripped the basket. "Ain't you goin' to eat first?" asked Marg. "No. Put in a bite; I'll eat it by the way."
She looked up flushed and eager. "How-de," she said genially. "Set and have a bite." "I ain't got no time," the old woman returned pantingly. "Nella-Rose is down to my place." The warm, sunny room grew stifling to Marg. "What a-doing?" she said, half under her breath. "She's got a lil' baby." The colour faded from Marg's face, leaving it pasty and heavy. "Burke thar?"
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