“No. I found a sort of cabin in the woods. It was deserted.”
“Dutch Cal’s place. It’s only a few rods back in.”
“I saw a light from there and that suggested to my muddled brain that I might get something to eat.”
“So you came over here.”
“Yes. But the fear came on me again and I didn’t dare knock. I suppose I prowled.”
“Gardner thought he heard ghosts. But ghosts don’t steal molasses pie.”
She looked at him solemnly. “Must one steal to get anything to eat here?”
“I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’ll get you breakfast right away. What will you have? There isn’t much.”
“Anything there is. But if I’m to board with you, you must let me pay my way.”
“The company is responsible for that.”