“I must,” said Owlet. “There ain’t nobody else here to think for me. And now, then,” she exclaimed, with sudden energy, dropping her hands and fixing him with her eyes, “what do you mean by it?”
“Mean by what, monkey?”
“By killing me and carrying me off?”
“I never hurt a hair of your head.”
“I know you didn’t hurt me, but you killed me as dead as Jubious Cedar.”
“I didn’t kill you.”
“Well, never mind, I come to life again, anyhow. But what did you bring me here for?”
“I told you before. I am your legal guardian, and I have to take care of you,” said Hanson, smiling on the child.
“Now you are going it! Ain’t you afraid of the dark world?”
“Pooh! pooh!”