"
"I reckon they've run Toot Wambush clean off," put in Mrs. Bradley,
looking significantly at Harriet. She expected the girl to reply, but
Harriet only avoided her glance. Mrs. Bradley rubbed her eyes again,
put her handkerchief into her pocket, and critically surveyed the damp,
bedraggled dress of the girl.
"It's mighty good of you to come down to see 'im all by yourself so
early," she said; "some gals wouldn't do sech a thing. The report is
out that you notified John of what the band intended to do."
Harriet nodded, and looked as if she wanted to get away.
"It wus mighty good of you, especially as you an' Toot are sech firm
friends," went on Mrs. Bradley; "but it's a pity you wusn't a little
sooner with yore information."
"She told me in plenty of time," corrected Westerfelt. "It was my
fault that I didn't get away. I didn't go when Miss Harriet told me
to."
His reply did not please Mrs. Bradley, as she showed by her next
remark. "I'd think you'd be afeerd o' makin' Toot madder at you 'n he
already is," she said to Harriet.
The girl did not look at her.
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