"That does not, however," said Nelson, shaking his head, "change the fact that Janice, even with such an escort as Marty, should not go down there. I am greatly worried."
"Wal, don't you think we be?" demanded Uncle Jason.
"Yes. I know how you must feel. But think how I feel, Mr. Day," the schoolmaster said gently. "I believe I should have thrown up everything when she told me she was determined to go, and have accompanied her instead of letting Marty do it."
"I snum!" ejaculated Mr. Day, "don't I feel jest the same way? Janice is a do something gal, sure enough. We'd oughter knowed she wouldn't sit quiet to home here when Broxton was in sech trouble."
"But she's only a gal!" repeated his wife.
"She's a diff'rent gal from most," declared Mr. Day.
"And poor Marty! How'd he ever get money enough to go with her?" mourned the good woman.
"His bankbook's gone," said Mr. Day. "He's proberly took ev'ry cent he could rake an' scrape. You would give him that bankbook to keep, Almiry."
"Oh! oh!" sobbed Mrs. Day.
"But—but how did Janice get money enough to take such a long journey?" asked Nelson hesitatingly.