The mother brightened and drew her daughter down and spoke low in her ear. “Make him keep to his promise first, child. Yuer safe thar. I reckon he’s doin’ a heap o’ repentin’ this-a-way. I ain’ goin’ ‘low you throw you’se’f away on no Farwell, ef he be good-lookin’, ‘thout he holds to his word good fer a year. Hit’s jes’ the way his paw done me. He gin me his word ‘at he’d stop ‘stillin’ an’ drinkin’, an’ he helt to hit fer three months, an’ then he come on me this-a-way an’ I married him, an’ he opened up his still again in three weeks, an’ thar he went his own way f’om that day.”

Cassandra rose and went to the door. “I’m going to make you a bed in