"Your hopeful disposition is contagious," I replied, laughing.
"I'd like to see thee get to the depot till we're ready to let thee go," said Reuben, emphatically.
"Yes," added Mr. Yocomb, with his genuine laugh, "Reuben and I are in league against thee."
"You look like two dark, muttering conspirators," I responded.
"And to think thee was going away without asking me!" Zillah put in, shaking her bright curls at me.
"Well, you all have made this home to me, true enough. The best part of me will be left here when I do go."
At these words Adah gave me a shy, blushing smile.
"Mr. Morton, will you please pass me the vinegar?" said Miss Warren, in the most matter-of-fact tone.
"Wouldn't you prefer the sugar?" I asked.
"No; I much prefer the vinegar."