“My name is Lina, miss,—Carolina, but I’m always called just Lina. My husband’s name is Andrew Delavan. We took master’s name.”
“Andrew is doing well in Canada, I think you said?”
“Yes, miss. He’s got some land and he’s building a log house for us. It will be our own!”
“Well, Lina, I want you—can you write?—after you get there I want you to write a letter to me—I’ll write down my name and address for you—and tell me about your home and whether or not you and Andrew like being free. I think perhaps I know that young lady you spoke of and I’ll show her your letter. It will give her more pleasure than anything else you could do.”
CHAPTER IX
It was still early the next day when Horace Hardaker appeared at Dr. Ware’s east gate and looked anxiously around for signs of life. After a little he saw Jim at work in the stable and hurried thither.
“Good morning, Jim! Is the doctor at home?”
“Yes, sah, I s’pose he is, though I hain’t seen him. I reckon he’s heah, sah, for heah’s Prince and the buggy he used last night. Do you want to see him, sah?”
“Yes—no, that is—I reckon he didn’t get in until pretty late?”
“I reckon you all are right, sah! I reckon it must a’ been pow’r’ful late!”