“Uneasy!” she says; “I’m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you’ve missed him along the road. I know it’s so⁠—something tells me so.”

“Why, Sally, I couldn’t miss him along the road⁠— you know that.”

“But oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He⁠—”

“Oh, don’t distress me any more’n I’m already distressed. I don’t know what in the world to make of it. I’m at my wit’s end, and I don’t mind acknowledging ’t I’m right down scared. But there’s no hope that he’s come; for he couldn’t come and me miss him. Sally, it’s terrible⁠—just terrible⁠—something’s happened to the boat, sure!”