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Peyton, with tenderly beaming assurance to Susy and a half-reproachful glance at the boy. "Eat what you like, darling." "It's a fork," whispered the still uneasy Clarence, as Susy now seemed inclined to stir her bowl of milk with it. "'Tain't, now, Kla'uns, it's only a split spoon," said Susy. But Mrs.
"You didn't say 'Stay, father, stay, enough, Kla'uns," said Susy critically. Then suddenly starting upright in Mrs. Peyton's lap, she continued rapidly, "I kin dance. And sing. I kin dance High Jambooree." "What's High Jambooree, dear?" asked Mrs. Peyton. "You'll see. Lemme down." And Susy slipped to the ground.
We'll get you a position in the war department here, one of the bureau offices, where you keep your rank and your uniform you don't look bad in it, Kla'uns on better pay. And you'll come and see me, and we'll talk over old times." Brant felt his heart turn sick within him. But he was at her mercy now! He said, with an effort, "But I've told you that my career nay, my LIFE now is in the field."
"Kla'uns," she said suddenly, with her usual clear and appalling frankness, "they is chickens, and hamanaigs, and hot biksquits, and lasses, and Mister Peyton says I kin have 'em all."
"Goin' to get down," he said, putting his legs over. "Maw says 'No," said Susy. Clarence did not reply, but dropped to the ground beside the slowly turning wheels. Without quickening his pace he could easily keep his hand on the tail-board. "Kla'uns." He looked up. "Take me."
You are changed," she said, looking at his dark face in the moonlight, "or you have something to tell me." "I have." "And it's something dreadful, I know!" she said, wrinkling her brows with a pretty terror. "Couldn't you pretend you had told it to me, and let us go on just the same? Couldn't you, Kla'uns? Tell me!" "I am afraid I couldn't," he said, with a sad smile.
Vehemently applauded, it left the little performer breathless, but invincible and ready for fresh conquest. "I kin sing, too," she gasped hurriedly, as if unwilling that the applause should lapse. "I kin sing. Oh, dear! Kla'uns," piteously, "WHAT is it I sing?" "Ben Bolt," suggested Clarence. "Oh, yes. Oh, don't you remember sweet Alers Ben Bolt?" began Susy, in the same breath and the wrong key.
In his reaction he was quite sincere, although he felt a slight sense of remorse as he saw the quick, faint color rise, as in those old days, even through the to-night's powder of her cheek. "That's like the old Kla'uns," she said, with a slight pressure of his arm, "but we will not have a chance to speak until later.
He withheld only the incident of Miss Faulkner's complicity and sacrifice. "And she got away, after having kicked you out of your place, Kla'uns?" said Susy, when he had ended. Clarence stiffened beside her. But he felt he had gone too far to quarrel with his confidante. "She went away. I honestly believe we shall never meet again, or I should not be telling you this!"
If either could have flown away or bounded off finally at that moment, they would have done so with no more concern for preliminary detail than a bird or squirrel. The wagon rolled steadily on. The boy could see that one of the teamsters had climbed up on the tail-board of the preceding vehicle. The other seemed to be walking in a dusty sleep. "Kla'uns," said the girl.
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