She went out the door almost as if she were eager to escape.
“Hain’t ye goin’ to wait fer yer horse?” said Hoke, laughing. “Set a minute till I fetch him.”
“I clean forgot,” she said, and when he had left, she turned to her friend. “Azalie — don’t say anything to Hoke about me — us. Did Aunt Sally see? You know I didn’t know myself until I woke and found myself there. I’d been trying to make him take a little whiskey — and — I must have gone asleep like I was — and he woke up and must ‘a’ felt like he had to kiss somebody — he was that glad to be alive.”
“Nevah you fret, child.” Azalea smiled a quiet smile. “I’m not one to talk; anyway, I reckon Doctah Thryng’s