“Yes, honey, who’s you gwine to take wid you?”
“I told you no one, Henny—where are my gloves?”
“Here dey is, honey. Oh, mist’ess, dat’s susanside, an’ nothin’ ’tall else. Take Jeemes ’long o’ you! He’s brave as a lion—comes to ’fendin’ at you.”
“No, James would need rest and food on the journey—I shall require—I shall stop for neither. Besides there is not a horse here who could bear his weight continuously for so long a journey. My strong little mountain pony, I think, may carry my light weight to the journey’s end with very little stopping.”
“Oh, Miss Kate! ’deed I shall pray for you.”
“Yes, do, Henny—that is the only way in which you can help me. Come, go with me out.”
“Stay, mist’ess, stay one minute! Ise trought ob anoder trought.”
“Well?”
“Long as you will go onattended, please don’t be ’noyed at what I’m gwine to say.”
“Only be quick, Henny, that is all.”