"Oh, no, I didn't mean you," she said quickly.
"It's well that you didn't, young lady," returned Cadman, greatly amused with this child of the hills.
"Now to change the subject, do you know anyone in New York?"
"Only one perfect lovely lady," returned Betty. "She came to Ephraim two years ago, and preached so wonderfully—everyone gave up their beer, and some their pipes. I did love her so! I've written but she's never answered. I suppose that she's moved, or that I have the wrong address."
"What's her name?"
"Mrs. Webster Catt."
"Not a pleasant name," said Cadman, "I'll keep my eye open for her, and when I locate her, I'll let you know."
"O, thank you so much!" exclaimed Betty, "Look! A storm is coming up over the mountain. Is it not wonderful?"
"Let us rest here on the rock and watch it," said Cadman. "We have time to get home after."
So together they watched the storm approach.