They both laughed over what she said.
“He thinks I’m gone, he’ll go to bed early tonight,” said Morgan. “Don’t bother about bringing anything with you.”
“Not even my diamonds?” she laughed.
Morgan’s gruffer mirth joined her, and Joe found himself 93 straining to hear, although he despised himself for spying and eavesdropping, even on guilt.
“We can get on without the diamonds,” said Morgan, “and I don’t suppose you’ve got any ball dresses or sealskin cloaks?”
“Three calico wrappers that he’s bought me, and a dress or two that I had when I came,” said Ollie, bitterly.
“You’ll have all you want in a day or two, honey,” said Morgan, in comforting voice.
They were silent a while; then Joe heard her ask the time. Morgan told her it was half-past four.
“Oh, I had no idea it was that late–time goes so fast when I’m with you! I must go back to the house now, Joe might come in and find me gone.”
“Yes, I’d like to wring his damned neck!” said Morgan.