Had she read my inmost soul? Did she wish to save her friend, or save herself, or even to save me from the result of a blind use of such tools as were the only ones afforded me? Impossible to determine. She was at this present moment, as she had always been, in fact, an unsolvable problem to me, and it was not at this hurried time and with such serious work before me that I could venture to make any attempt to understand her.
"You will let me know the outcome of your talk with Mrs. Ocumpaugh?" she cried, as I moved to the front of the porch.
It was for me to look dubious now. I could make no such promise as that.
"I will let you know the instant there is any good news," I assured her.
And with that I moved off, but not before hearing the peremptory command with which she entered the house:
"Now, Dinah, quick!"
Evidently, her preparations for departure were to be pushed.