"So it was there," she said, "but the Destroyer was at hand, and the thunder of terror and destruction burst upon our quiet—but I forgot—the fair spirit said I was not to think of that—such thoughts would invoke the fiend again," added the poor creature, smoothing her forehead with both hands, and then flinging them wide, as if to dispel and cast away some painful concentration there.
"But now come in and lie down on the sofa, and rest, while I make you a cup of coffee," said Marian.
But the same expression of cunning came again into the poor creature's face, as she said:
"In the house? No, no—no, no! Fanny has learned something. Fanny knows better than to go under roofs—they are traps to catch rabbits! 'Twas in the house the Destroyer found us, and we couldn't get out! No, no! a fair field and no favor and Fanny will outfly the fleetest of them! But not in a house, not in a house!"
"Well, then I will bring an easy chair out here for you to rest in—you can sit under the shade, and have a little stand by your side, to eat your breakfast. Come; come nearer to the house," said Marian, taking poor Fanny's hand, and leading her up the walk.
They were at the threshold.
"Are you Marian?" poor Fanny asked, abruptly.
"Yes, that is my name."
"Oh, I oughtn't to have come here! I oughtn't to have come here!"
"Why? What is the matter? Come, be calm! Nothing can hurt you or us here!"