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I kept the secret for years, and then in one unguarded moment I let a few words slip from my lips. Gabe threatened my life, and gave me no peace until I told him all. I could not help it. If you only knew what a life I lead you would understand. Can you ever forgive me?" "There is really nothing to forgive, Hettie," was Mrs. Hampton's sad reply.
She believed that Hettie might feel somewhat embarrassed in the presence of Jess, owing to her shabby appearance. They had just finished their supper, and were about to rise from the table when John entered the room. At the first sight of him Mrs. Hampton gave a cry of fright and rose to her feet. His forehead was marked with blood, and the face of the girl following him was as white as death.
Why, Dick, we all thought you was was " "Oh, I know, but where is Hettie?" "Hettie? Oh, my Lord! Why, Dick, boy, hain't you heard a thing?" "I've heard a sight more 'n I want to hear or will again," Dick Wrinkle said, with lowering brows and a voice which seemed to bury itself in a mass of inner threats as to dire approaching events.
The furrows deepened on the austere brow of the woman, and she drew her under lip inward and pressed it between her teeth. "I don't know exactly what you mean," she said, presently. "I supposed she had things to buy for her farm, or " Henley laughed. "I may as well tell you the secret, Hettie. You ain't any hand to gad about and talk, and I know it will be safe with you.
"How do you do, Hettie?" said Harriet, as she came down the steps. "Come into the parlor; you look cold." The girl hesitated, but finally followed Harriet into the warm room. They sat down before the fire, and there was an awkward silence for several minutes, then the visitor suddenly pushed back her bonnet and said, in a hard, desperate tone: "Where is Toot Wambush, Harriet?"
As they passed our house the reins was lyin' loose in the buggy, an' Dixie was leanin' agin Alfred like a sick kitten to a hot brick. It was the fust Hettie had heard of the scrape the trip, I mean and I thought she'd flare up, or wilt, or some'n or other, but she was on the job as quick as a flash.
For my own part, sudden questions kept on rising to my lips, and I dare say it was the same with the others. The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter. The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner, and displayed the appetite of a tramp. The Medical Man smoked a cigarette, and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes.
"I think we ought to keep Hettie a few days; she'd like to be near the post-office, I know." "Well, the Lord knows I'm willing," consented Mrs. Floyd, as she followed her daughter to the kitchen. Sue Dawson leaned on the front gate at the Bradleys'. "Hello! Hello! Hello! in thar!" she cried, in a shrill, piping voice. No one replied. "I'm a good mind to go in anyway," she thought.
"She's up-stairs," replied Mrs. Floyd. "I'll call her; but you'd better go in to the fire." The girl shook her head and muttered something Mrs. Floyd could not understand, so she left her in the hall. Mrs. Floyd found Harriet in her room. "Hettie Fergerson is down-stairs and wants to see you," she said. "She still acts very strange. I asked her to go into the parlor, but she wouldn't."
Let's talk about the moon. "'Drat the moon! says Jonadab. 'Hettie, I "'Oh, just see how beautiful the water looks! All shiny and " "'Drat the water, too! Hettie, what's the reason you don't want to talk serious with me? If that Tobe Loveland "'Really, I don't see why you bring Mr. Loveland's name into the conversation.
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