Salina Bowles dusted the flour from her hands, and wiped them on her apron.
"Mary Fuller! that's the little gal that came with you I calculate!" she said, walking up to the child, who retreated a step, for Salina had a fierce way of doing things, and marched toward her like a grenadier.
"Yes," said Isabel, "that was Mary; do you know where she is? Oh, I must see her or, it seems to me as if I should die!"
"So you don't know where she is?"
"No! but, oh, do tell me!"
"Why didn't you ask madam up yonder?"
"I don't know; I was afraid; I feel quite sure she won't let me go," replied the child.
"Let you go, of course, she won't—no more feelin' than a chestnut stump."
"Then, what can I do?"
"What can you do—why, go without asking, and I'll help you; it's right, and I'll do it,—there!"