Luke went. I pencilled another note. It requested my landlady to give Euonymus a hat, boots, and suit from my armoire and speed him back all she could. (To avoid her queries.)
Rebecca gazed anxiously after this second messenger. Robelia, near by, munched blackberries.
"Rebecca, did you ever think what you'd do if both your children were in equal danger?"
"Why, yass'm, I is studie' dat, dis ve'y day, ef de trufe got to be tol'."
Thought I: "If anything else has to be told, Robelia'll be my only helper." I asked Rebecca which one she would try to save first.
"Why, mist'ess, I could tell dat a heap sight betteh when de time come. De Lawd mowt move me to do most fo' de one what least fitt'n' to"--she choked--"to die. An' yit ag'in dat mowt depen' on de circumstances o' de time bein'."
"Well, it mustn't, Rebecca, it mustn't!"
"Y'--yass'm--no'm'm! Mustn' it?"
"No, in any case you must do as I tell you."
"Oh, o' co'se! yass'm!"