“Will you take me there, Mr. Hunter?”
“What for?”
“I have to go.”
“I’ll take ye if ye hev to go, but my advice is to stay away.”
“Oh, but I can’t do that. You see father isn’t quite—isn’t quite himself, and I have to take the lead.”
Dod Hunter gave a slow smile. “Yer a big hefty crittur to talk o’ takin’ the lead. That’s for us men folks.”
“It would be all right if father were well,” Agnes persisted. “Sometimes a woman can do a good deal. At any rate I want to go to the Muirhead place and see what it is like. Is it far from here? Is it near to where you live?”
“It is the next place to me.”
“That’s good, too. When can I go?”
“Lemme see—I’m comin’ this way agin to-morrow, an’ I’ll start back bright and airly the next mornin’; ye could go then ef ye want.”