"I's glad o' dat. Ellen, now, she's t'inkin' as yer need company."
"I wish Ellen wouldn't worry over me."
"She ain't worryin', honey." The mother spoke soothingly, seeing that her remark had awakened annoyance. "She jes' wants yer ter hab what's rightly yours."
"I'm very happy," Hertha reiterated. "Only," she added, "I do miss Tom. He used to love to be on the porch with us Sunday afternoons, didn't he?"
"Yes, dearie."
"I think Tom's going to be a splendid man; you can always trust him."
"Dat's so, dat's so. An' dat's de bes' t'ing yer can say ob any man."
They sat together a little longer, the sun lengthening the shadow of the cabin upon the white sand, and then, with the coming twilight, went within.