"Come, I'll show you," said Sue.
"Fairy queen—I dare not follow you," the girl answered. "I am afraid."
"He wants you to come and live with us—he does," the boy declared. "He'll be awful good to you—he said he would."
"Did he say that he liked me very much?" she asked.
"I wouldn't tell," said the boy, with a winsome look as he thought of Master's reproof.
"You wouldn't tell me?"
"'Cause it's a secret."
"You are like the little god I have read of!" Miss Dunmore exclaimed, drawing him closer. "Will you never stop wounding me?"
"Please come," said Sue. "You can sleep in our bed an' hear Uncle Silas sing."
"Where is your mother?"