"It will be better soon," she said.
"Do yo' t'ink Ah s'all be los' once mo'?" asked the girl. "Ah ahm tow lit' tow was'e all doze sto'ms on—me." She laughed hysterically.
"No, no!" cried Hetty. "You will be home to-morrow—in that garden."
"Oh, doze gahden! Eet sims a t'ousand woilds f'om heah."
"To-morrow," continued Hetty, "this will seem like a bad dream."
"Ah pray Ah may slip mo' sound-lee," she murmured laughingly. "But yo'—yo' haf doze cou'age!" she added admiringly.
"I trust my father," replied Hetty. She was gaining courage by imparting it.
"And das young officer?"
"Yes," said Hetty.
"Yo' lak him mooch?"