"I haven't!" she snapped.
"You truly believe that her influence over Augusta is not good?"
She leaned toward him in quiet intensity—
"Believe it? I know it! I've been prayin' that you might see it yourself before it is too late."
"Too late? What do you mean?"
"Just what I say." Her old chin trembled. "Before Augusta has lost every spark of affection for you and me—before I am sent away."
He looked at her incredulously.
"You don't mean that?"
She nodded.
"I've been warned already. I'm in Dr. Harpe's way; she knows what I think of her, and she'd rather have some stranger here."