The girl was still silent and the horse stopped. One tense moment pulsed through all the swamp. Then the girl, still motionless‚ÅÝ‚Äîstill looking Miss Taylor through and through‚ÅÝ‚Äîsaid with slow deliberateness:
“I hates you.”
The teacher in Miss Taylor strove to rebuke this unconventional greeting but the woman in her spoke first and asked almost before she knew it‚ÅÝ‚Äî
“Why?”