Julia looked very much disappointed; for she had depended upon surprising her father with the story of the snake, and the little fugitive in the woods.
"He will be very good to you," pleaded she.
"I dare say he would; but he may think it his duty to send me back to Redfield; and Squire Walker would certainly make me go to Jacob Wire's."
"But you won't go yet."
"To-morrow, Julia."
"I'm afraid you will never get to Boston."
"O, yes, I shall. I don't think it is safe for me to stay here much longer."
"Why not? Hardly any one ever goes through the woods here at this time of year but myself."
"Didn't your mother want to know what you were going to do with the dinner you brought me?"
"No, I went to the store room, and got it. She didn't see me; but I don't like to do anything unknown to her."