Both diseases present similar symptoms in
their first stages."
"_Mis'_ Brewster!"
But the mistress refused to look back even though the temptation to see
Sary's face was great!
"Oh, Mis' Brewster! How kin you-all say that--so soon after Bill's
funeral, an' the expenses not all paid yit!" howled Sary, rushing to
the door that her mistress might hear her lament.
But the call fell upon deaf ears. Miss Brewster deigned no reply, so
Sary sat down heavily upon a strong kitchen chair and took thought for
herself. How did Miss Brewster guess her half-formed idea? Had she
discovered in some uncanny manner, that Sary had slyly removed Bill's
post-card photograph from her Bible and cremated it that she might feel
freer to accept a second proposal of marriage--if it came?
"She coulden' hev foun' _that_ out, cuz Ah locked th' box sence then.
She mus' be one of them brain-readers by nature, Ah rickon, an' she
jes' reads me like a book!"
Never dreaming of the turbulence created in Sary's mind by her casual
remark, about dyspepsia and love, Mrs. Brewster took her chair at the
table. Immediately after giving thanks, the host stood up to carve the
roast. Then, to the surprise of all present, it was seen that the
rancher had donned his second-best black coat and had taken the trouble
to wear cuffs and a starched collar.
Trying to avoid Polly's eyes, Mrs. Brewster met the gaze of Anne. But
the two understood and exchanged a fleeting glance of satisfaction and
approval.
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