Frances slipped to the side of the bed and put her hand lovingly on the old darkey's knee.
"Susan," she said, with a look that told the old darkey how thoroughly understood she was, "you have wasted enough time on me."
Susan was instantly conscious and embarrassed. "La, Miss Frances!"
"But I sha'n't forget it, nor all the other things—all the other things, you know, since I was so high!" spreading out her hands in a line with the height of the bed.
"I 'clar', Miss Frances—"
"And now, even if I don't want to get married—"
"La! listen to her!"
Frances got to her feet briskly, "Bring me some hot water, Susan," she said in her everyday cheerful manner, "and I know you are dying to get to the kitchen."
The breach was rebuilt. The bulwark was higher.