"Let us go farther away where we can
talk," she whispered.
"Where had we better sleep?" Patty asked. "On the hay, I think,
though we shall stifle with the heat"; and Patty moved towards
the barn.
"No, you must go back to the house at once, Patty dear; father
might wake and call you, and that would make matters worse. It's
beginning to drizzle, or I should stay out in the air. Oh! I
wonder if father's mind is going, and if this is the beginning of
the end! If he is in his sober senses, he could not be so
strange, so suspicious, so unjust."
"He could be anything, say anything, do anything," exclaimed
Patty. "Perhaps he is not responsible and perhaps he is; it
doesn't make much difference to us. Come along, blessed darling!
I'll tuck you in, and then I'll creep back to the house, if you
say I must. I'll go down and make the kitchen fire in the
morning; you stay out here and see what happens. A good deal will
happen, I'm thinking, if father speaks to me of you! I shouldn't
be surprised to see the fur flying in all directions; I'll seize
the first moment to bring you out a cup of coffee and we'll
consult about what to do. I may tell you now, I'm all for running
away!"
Waitstill's first burst of wretchedness had subsided and she had
recovered her balance.
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