Mrs. Yellam shook her head. Then an idea came to her. A faint smile flickered about her lips.
"Souls may take a notion to leave us for a spell. My soul seems to have flown out o' winder, as it did when Lizzie died."
"But it came back."
"Yes; that be true; it came back. Forgi' me, child, for shovin' my wickedness on your lil' shoulders."
"Dear Mother, you must talk to somebody."
"When I be alone, evenings, I talks to Solly."
"Well, I never!"
"And he understands me, yas, he do. He be very human, and a gert sinner."
Fancy laughed; and the pretty trickle of sound may have melted a little ice. Susan Yellam laughed with her.
"Solly—a sinner?"