"Not even to you, Sal, I suppose."
"Not to me--oh, no, not to me, 'cause I love her, and she's the beautifullest baby there ever was! Pharer looks at her, and says, 'When baby grows up, she'll be a lady, and 'll have fine clothes, and 'll give everybody money who's been good to her.' That's sure to come true, that is."
"Pharaoh says?"
"No, I say. It's sure to come true. You mind, now! Whoever's good to baby'll be done good to."
"A good Christian sentiment, Sal. And then?"
"Then," said Sally abruptly, "Pharer goes away."
"Walks away?"
"No, flies away, and is swallowed up like. That's all of it."
And with her heart beating as fast as if she were in a high state of fever, Sally, whose hand was resting on Seth's knee, waited in the deepest anxiety to learn her fate. Seth put his hand down, and it touched Sally's face. He gave a start as he touched her cheek, which was wet with her tears, fast and silently flowing.
"Sally," he said, "you've got a brother."