"Look!" he said again.
I obeyed mechanically, and started back with dismay. Where the fair, intent face of Medora had once looked towards the blue horizon, now appeared an unsightly blotch. I looked incredulously at first; at length I said—
"How did it happen, Cornelius?"
"You mean, who did it?" he replied.
"Did any one do it, then?" I asked, looking up in his face.
He folded his arms across his breast, and looked down at me.
"You ask if any one did it!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, Cornelius, for who could do it, when you know there was no one in the house but ourselves?"
"Very true, no one but ourselves," he answered, with a smile of which I did not understand the full meaning. "It could not be Kate, for she was out?"
"And so was Deborah," I quickly suggested.