"Somethin'? Why, it 's everything."
The visitor had now gotten the information for which she was looking, and was anxious to be gone. She was absolutely bursting with her news.
"Well, I must be goin'," she said, replacing her shawl and standing in embarrassed indecision. "I only run in fur a minute. I hope you 'ain't got no hard feelin's at my inquisitiveness."
"Not a bit of it. You wanted to know, an' you come and asked, that 's all."
"I hope you 'll git along all right with the child."
"I sha' n't stop at hopin'. I shall take the matter to the Lord in prayer."
"Yes, He knows best. Good-bye, Miss Hester."
"Good-bye, Sallie; come in ag'in." The invitation sounded a little bit sarcastic, and once more the grim smile played about Miss Prime's mouth.
"I 'low," she observed to herself, as she took the cake from the oven for the last time, tried it, and set it on the table,—"I 'low that I did give Sallie Martin one turn. I never did see sich a woman fur pryin' into other folks' business."