She had watched the huge vessel
sweep off from the dock
By-and-by Prince began to get very uneasy. It was long past his dinner hour, and every time he heard the screen door slam he jumped up and gazed eagerly and with cocked ears and wagging tail in that direction.
“You poor thing, you,” said Carolyn May at last. “I s’pose you are hungry. It isn’t going to do you a bit of good to eat; but you don’t know it. I’ll ask Aunty Rose if she has something for you.”
She got up wearily and went across the yard. Aunty Rose stood just inside the screen door.
“Don’t you want any dinner, Car’lyn May?” she asked.
“No, ma’am. I guess I’d better not eat,” said the child.
“Why not?”
“’Cause my stomach’s so trembly. I just know I couldn’t keep anything down, even if I could swallow it. But Prince’ll eat his, please. He—he don’t know any better.”