“Then it must have been that pipe you gave him the other night,” she returned quick as thought.
Seth shook his head.
“Here it is,” he said, and drew a pipe from his pocket. “He ’lowed he hadn’t no nigger blood in him.”
“Too strong?”
“Wal—he said he had scruples.”
Rosebud laughed, and came and perched herself on the edge of Seth’s table. He leant back in his chair and smiled up at her. Resignation was his only refuge. Besides—
“So you’re writing, Seth,” the girl said, and her eyes had become really serious. They were deep, deep now, the violet of them was almost black in the evening light. “I wonder——”
Seth shook his head.
“Nobody yet,” he said.
“You mean I’m to go away?” Rosebud smiled, but made no attempt to move.