"Hetty," he said suddenly.
"What in the world is the matter with you, George? You look so moody," said Hetty.
"Well, now, I may as well return the compliment," he replied, "so do you."
"Oh, I'm all right," she answered, with a pert toss of her head. "Maybe, George," she continued, "you're bilious; you ate summat that disagreed wi' you last night."
"Yes, I did," he replied fiercely. "I swallered a powerful lot o' jealousy, and it's bad food and hard to digest."
"Jealousy?" she answered, bridling, and her cheeks growing a deep rose. "Now what should make you jealous?"
"You make me jealous, my girl," he answered.
"I! what in the world did I do?"
"You talked to Squire—you wor mad to see 'im. Het, you've got a secret, and you may as well out wi' it."
The imminence of the danger made Hetty quite cool and almost brave. She uttered a light laugh, and bent forward to help herself to some more butter.