“Come, you!” called Haley, impatiently.
She did not move.
“Hugh!” she whispered.
It was to be her last word. What was it?
“Hugh, boy, not THAT!”
He did not answer. She wrung her hands, trying to be silent, looking in his face in an agony of entreaty. He smiled again, kindly.
“It is best, Deb. I cannot bear to be hurted any more.
“Hur knows,” she said, humbly.
“Tell my father good-bye; and—and kiss little Janey.”
She nodded, saying nothing, looked in his face again, and went out of the door. As she went, she staggered.