"Marse Robert, he said—" She stopped, knowing the flimsiness of Bill's excuses, "He's de onliest chile Ise got," she added sullenly.
"All right! all right." The professor took off his hat and coat and hung them up carefully.
"I specs yuh thinks ernough o' yours!" blazed the old woman.
"There, father!" Frances laughed as she slipped her hand through his arm, "you haven't a word to say!"
The professor was cornered. "That's so!" he acknowledged, as he looked proudly at Frances' bright cheeks and eyes—not so careless as he had seen their glances, but with a sweeter thoughtfulness looking out of their dark, gray depths.
"Well, Susan, you'll come back some day, I suppose?"
"Soon as he gits well!"
"Then, if there's anything you need—"
Frances looked back over her shoulder and laughed. She had already begun to say, "Susan, you must take sheets and blankets—"
"I got plenty dyar."