“Oh, I wish I knew what to do!” she cried, clasping her hands together very tightly.
“Why, ask 'em ter let ye go,” said Sue; “they'd let ye ef they knew yer Uncle Steve wasn't there, an' yer aunt was jest pinin' ter see yer.”
“I'm 'most sure they would if they knew, but everybody's away. If only Aunt Charlotte or Mrs. Dainty were here, I'd ask them.”
“Can't ye write a note, an' leave it at the cottage where yer Aunt Charlotte'll find it as soon's she gits home? Ye kin tell her I took yer ter yer aunt what's sick, an' ef ye tell her 'bout yer Uncle Steve, she won't worry.”
Nancy hesitated.
“An' I hate ter hurry yer,” Sue urged, “but I'll hev ter be gittin' back ter yer aunt, so I must go with yer, er else leave ye here, an' tell her I couldn't coax ye ter come.”
“Oh, don't tell her that. If she's wanting so much to see me, I guess I ought to go,” Nancy said, but her voice trembled. Even although Sue had assured her that Uncle Steve was not living, the old fear of any member of his family made her hesitate.
“I'm so glad ter see ye agin, Nancy,” coaxed Sue, “an' ye'd ought ter feel reel safe with me.”
“I'll go,” Nancy said, “if you'll promise to bring me back!”
