"What we go'n to do when we get to Mankato, Fanny?" asked Ethan.
"I'm sure I don't know."
"We hain't got no friends thar."
"Nor anywhere," replied Fanny, sadly. "I have no near relations now that my uncle and aunt are gone."
"I never had none; but I s'pose I kin go to work, as I allers did," added Ethan, cheerfully.
"I doubt not we shall find plenty of friends. I am sure that Woodville, where I have lived the last two years, will be open to me."
"I reckon we needn't borrow any trouble arter we git out of this scrape. Ef we could stand what we've gone through with, we hain't got nothin' to fear."
"I have no clothes but those I wear, and not a cent of money," added Fanny, rather disturbed by the prospect before her.
"I reckon 'twill be all right," said Ethan.
"I have no doubt it will. I do not mean to complain. We have so much to be grateful for, that it would be wicked to repine at our lot."