He looked at her, and the light of a new admiration was in his eye.
"Knowed it—did you?"
"Yes," she answered, a little defiantly, "I did."
"H-how'd you know it—how'd you know it, Cynthy?" How did she know it, indeed?
"I guessed it," said Cynthia, desperately, "knowing you, I guessed it."
"A-always thought you was smart, Cynthy."
"Tell me, did you do this thing?"
"Th-thought you knowed it—th-thought you knowed."
"I believe that these men are doing your bidding."
"Hain't you guessin' a little mite too much; Cynthy?"