The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 14 Page 30

The distinguishing silken lock that would fall over his brow had grown again, since he had shorn it away in Doctor Thryng’s cabin. Now he thrust it well up under his soft felt hat, and, taking his bundle, descended. Again his eyes searched up and down the street and all about the house and yard before he ventured out in the daylight.

Dorothy and her dog came bounding down the kitchen steps. She carried two great fried cakes in her little hands, warm from the hot fat, and she laughed with glee as she danced toward him.

“Frale, Frale. I stole these, I did, for you. I told Carrie I wanted two for you, an’ she said ‘G’long, chile.’“ She thrust them in his hands.

“What’s the matter, Frale? What you all dressed up for? This isn’t