The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 28 Page 26

‘feared o’ Frale, honey?”

“No, mother, the man doesn’t live that I’m afraid of.” She paused, holding the candle in her hand, lighting her face that shone whitely out of the darkness. Her eyes glowed, and she held her head high. Then she turned again to her work, gathering her few small treasures and placing them on one of the highest shelves of the chimney cupboard. As she worked, she tried to say comforting things to her mother.

“I’ll write to you every day, like David does me, mother. See? I’ve kept all his letters. They’re in this box. I don’t want to burn them because I love them; and I don’t want any one else to read them; and I don’t want to carry them with me because I’ll have him there.