"I think I might make a pretty good actress, Nancy," said Mrs. Kenyon, smiling. "I knew something must be done as Dr. Fox's suspicions were aroused. But I didn't dare to speak. I was not so sure of my voice."
"Lor', how we fooled Massa Fox!" exclaimed Nancy, bursting once more into a rollicking laugh.
"So we did," said Mrs. Kenyon, echoing the laugh as before.
"You almost frighten me, Mis' Kenyon," said Nancy. "I didn't think no one but a nigger could laugh like dat. Are you sure you aint black blood?"
"I think not, Nancy," said Mrs. Kenyon. "I don't look like it, do I?"
"No, Mis' Kenyon; you're as white as a lily; but I can't understand dat laugh nohow."
Presently they reached the other shore, and Nancy securely fastened the boat.
"How far is it to the depot, Nancy?" asked the runaway.
"Only 'bout a mile, Mis' Kenyon. Are you tired?"
"Oh, no; and if I were, I wouldn't mind, so long as I am escaping from that horrible asylum. I can't help thinking of that poor Cleopatra. I wish she might be as fortunate as I, but I am afraid she will be taken back."