over the mountain that Frale should dare come to her as he had done? She could not stay now; she would not. Her cheeks flamed, and she walked silently into the canvas room and stood by her baby’s cradle. Her mother began wrapping up the silver pot.

“I guess I’ll take this back an’ lock hit up again. You sure hain’t to go if ye can’t give me that word.”

Cassandra went quickly and took it from her mother’s hand. “No, mother, give it to me. I told Frale David had sent for me, and I’m going.”

“And he have sont fer ye?”

“Yes, mothah.” Her reply was low as she turned again to her work.

“Waal, now, why couldn’t