"If you talk and look like that," she warned in an undertone, "I'll make Mamsey send you away."
Norval laughed.
"I don't believe you will," he said, and reached out toward her.
And, for hours that night, after everything was still, Donelle lay in her dark room and cried while she struggled with her confused emotions.
"He shall go away! He shall not dare to look at me so, and whisper!"
Then she tossed about.
"But he must not go until I make him ashamed to look at me—so. But how can I? How can I?"
Toward morning sleep came and when Donelle awoke, Norval had had his breakfast and gone.
After the morning's work was finished Jo asked Donelle to go on an errand. A poor woman back among the hills was ill and needed food of the right sort.
"I have a crick in my back, Donelle," Jo explained, "I don't believe I could walk there, and the road is unbroken. Molly is too old to force her way through. If you take the wood path, it won't be too far."