She spoke without moving, keeping her face away from him. “Are those women still downstairs?”
“Who?”
“Your grandmother and that big girl—the awful one.”
“You don’t mean——”
“I asked you if they’re still in the house.”
“They’re just goin’ home, Lena. Martha told me to tell you how sorry she is you feel the heat so badly. Won’t you eat something now, please, dear?”
“No, thank you.”
“Please! You’ll feel all right again if you’ll eat something, and to-morrow morning we’ll drive out to Ornaby Addition. Then you’ll feel like a queen, Lena; because it’s all yours and you’ll see what it’s goin’ to do for us.”
“Do you think it will get us away from here?” she asked in a dead voice.
“Well, by that time,” Dan answered cheerfully, “I expect maybe you won’t want to get away.”