"Where is Toot Wambush, Harriet?"
Harriet looked at her in surprise for an instant, then she answered:
"Why, Hettie, how could I know? Nobody in Cartwright does now, I reckon."
"I thought you might." Both girls were silent for a moment, then the visitor looked apprehensively over her shoulder at the door. "Is yore ma coming in here?"
"No; she's busy in the kitchen; do you want to see her?"
"No." The girl spoke quickly and moved uneasily.
"You came to see me?"
"I come to see somebody—oh, Harriet, I'm so miserable! You didn't suspicion it, Harriet, but I'm afraid that man has made a plumb fool of me. I haven't slept hardly one wink since they driv' 'im off. I—" She put her hand to her eyes, and as she paused Harriet thought she was crying, but a moment later, when she removed her hand, her eyes were dry.
"Why did you come to—to see me, Hettie?" questioned Harriet.
"Because," was the slow-coming reply, "I thought maybe he had wrote back to you."