“Taint much trimmed,” responded the girl, “but it looks kinder nice, 'n' it sets well. Ye come from the city, Mis' Harney says.”
“From New York,” said Rebecca. She felt sure that she saw in the tawny brown depths of the girl's eyes a kind of secret eagerness, and this expressed itself openly in her reply.
“I don't blame no one fur wantin' to live in a city,” she said, with a kind of discontent. “A body might most as soon be dead as live this way.”
Rebecca gave her a keen glance. “Don't you like the quiet?” she asked. “What is it you don't like?”
“I don't like nothin' about it,” scornfully. “Thar's nothin' here.”
Very slowly a lurking, half-hidden smile showed itself about her fine mouth.
“I'm not goin' to stay here allers,” she said.
“You want to go away?” said Rebecca.
She nodded.
“I am goin',” she answered, “some o' these days.”