"I told him that I waited down yonder in the woods until Granny went to church," I said.
She smiled, and spread the copybook out afresh.
"You needn't 'a' done that. I've had a talk with Granny, 'n' she's goin' to let you come, same as she does Buck ... I p'suaded 'er."
"Bless your heart, Dryad! How did you manage it?"
"Granny'll do mos' anything for me," she answered, simply. "I tol' 'er that you jes' wanted to learn me, 'n' that I wanted to learn—so bad; 'n' that it wouldn't cost nothin'. So she ast Father John, 'n' he said it'd be all right. He said he knowed you."
"Yes, I've met Father John—and his niece."
"I don't like her," said Celeste, turning the leaves idly.
"Why don't you like her, Dryad?"
"'Cause—'cause—oh, jes' 'cause!"
She pouted her lips slightly, and shook her head.