"Why, Lena, they would search the earth for you—you are a real gypsy," said Helka.
"But I have no mother, no father, and what right have they to me? In the world I could learn, I would work for you, I would be your slave!"
The poor girl was almost in tears. Her manner pleaded her cause more eloquently than could any words.
"How would you go?" asked the queen.
"When I go out to lock the barn, I would just run, and run through the woods. I would wait for you at the big oak."
"Where is Sam?" asked Helka.
"He went out with the wagon this afternoon. He will not be back."
"And Mother Hull?"
"Smoking by the fire. She will sleep. I have put some powder in her tobacco."
Cora murmured a protest.