“What are you staying on for, Susy Carter?”
Susy, drawn up short, replied with almost hesitation—
“Nat told me to wait for him. But I can go,” she added a little stiffly, “ef I’m in the way. I ain’t one to stay loitering round in any room ef I’m not wanted.”
“You ain’t wanted here,” said Poll. “It’s weary waiting for folks as has gone lovering, and besides I must go out myself at once.”
Susy got up and said good-bye. Poll took her hand, looked into her bright blue eyes and spoke—
“You has given me a power of advice this night, my gel.”
“Yes; oh, if you would think it all over.”
“I’m obleeged to yer, but I must own that I didn’t catch on to many of yer words. I had a power of thinking to do on my own account. Still I’d like to pay yer back in yer own coin.”
“What do you mean, Mrs Robinson?”
“This is what I mean. Here’s a bit of advice for you. Leave that young man yer brother and that young gel my daughter to themselves when they are wedded. Don’t make nor meddle with them, or you’ll be doing a mischief. Now good-night.”