"Der's questions I couldn't answer eben ter my most intemancies—don't press it, Victy."
Victoria's big eyes began to roll wildly in their sockets; she was astonished to find that Clo had for some time seen that things were going wrong, when the fact had escaped her own observation, and, for the first time in the course of their acquaintance, she felt a sort of respect for her usual foe but temporary ally.
"Does yer tink dey's quarr'ling?" she asked.
"When I hears thunder," said Clo, sententiously, "I allers takes it there's a storm brewin'."
Vic looked more puzzled than ever, and Dolf was not much better off, though he tried to appear full to the brim with wisdom and sagacity.
"Yer 'members the night missus lost her bracelet, Mr. Dolf?" asked Clo.
"I does bery well."
"When missus bemeaned herself to shout out at me as if I'd been a sarpint," cried Clo, viciously. "Wal, if ever I see thunder I seed it in marster's face dat ar night!"
"Oh!" exclaimed Victoria, bundling up her work, "if you and Mr. Dolf has got secrets to talk ober, I'd better go 'way."
"Who's a destryin' the harmony now?" shouted Clo. "It's raal sinful, Victory, to give way to temper like you does."