Helen was outwardly self possessed, inwardly, her thoughts were confused.
"He speaks to me quite often; I didn't know that he spoke of me."
Elijah was sizzling with impatience.
"This doesn't look much like breakfast." Without even a glance at Amy, he turned toward the cottage. His words seemed to crowd each other, as he called back through the door, "You two stay and talk women stuff. I'll rustle breakfast."
Helen turned to Amy.
"That's considerate, if not complimentary."
"Elijah has no time for compliments; he's too busy." Amy spoke rather stiffly. She longed with all her heart to follow Elijah; but at the same time, she was glad of the opportunity to show Helen that she had talents along other lines than "women stuff."
Helen laughed.
"'Women stuff' isn't so bad as it's painted."
"Why?" Amy inquired blankly.