In another second, like a bright sunbeam, a young girl—Lena Rook—stepped softly over the threshold.
Story 1--Chapter VI.
A Cry of Distress.
Lena Rook knew the father of Pierre, and curtsied as she came in.
It was six years since she had seen him; but she still remembered the man who had stayed some days at her father’s house, and left behind him a boy, who had afterwards proved such a pleasant playmate.
“Whar’s Pierre?” asked her father. “Didn’t he kum back from Helena along wi’ ye?”
The guest simultaneously asked a similar question, for both had noticed a slight shadow on the countenance of the girl.
“He did,” answered she, “as far as the clearing in the cane-brake, just over the creek.”