Then placing his black finger on the word over which he had been puzzling, “It’s ‘Horse,’ ain’t it? Horse, Horse. Reckon you thought I was a mule!”
CHAPTER IX
LOST
“Granny, it was as cold as Boston in my room this morning. It doesn’t seem as though it would ever be warm again. It’s freezing cold!”
“It’s freezing, indeed, honey, but eat breakfast and you’ll be warmer.”
The first winter weather had come when, by the calendar, winter should have been nearly over. Hazel had so long enjoyed the mild air that she had begun to believe nothing else was possible in Alabama. Now she was to learn that in a warm climate one most keenly feels the cold.
“I wonder if Mother is freezing up in Boston,” she mused, as she and Granny together did the housework. “She goes out to work a good deal now. I hope she isn’t taking cold.”
“Don’t borrow trouble, honey.”
“But if she should take cold Charity would take care of her. Charity gets her supper sometimes now, Mother says, when she’s tired. And then Mother reads to her out of the Blue Fairy Book. I couldn’t bring many books, Granny, in just one little trunk, but I do wish I could read to you in the Blue Fairy Book. You would like it so much.”
“Then I done rob Charity of her good time.”
“But in Boston,” Hazel explained, “you have a library where you can get any book in the world.”