"You came to see me?"
"I come to see _some_body--oh, Harriet, I'm so miserable! You didn't
suspicion it, Harriet, but I'm afraid that man has made a plumb fool of
me. I haven't slept hardly one wink since they driv' 'im off. I--"
She put her hand to her eyes, and as she paused Harriet thought she was
crying, but a moment later, when she removed her hand, her eyes were
dry.
"Why did you come to--to see me, Hettie?" questioned Harriet.
"Because," was the slow-coming reply, "I thought maybe he had wrote
back to you."
"He has never written to me, Hettie--never a line."
The face of the girl brightened. "Then you ain't engaged to him, _are_
you, Harriet?"
"The idea! of course not."
"Oh, I'm mighty glad of that," exclaimed the visitor. "You see, I'm
such a fool about him I got jealous. Oh, Harriet, there ain't no use
in me tryin' to deceive myself; I know he would marry you at the drop
of a hat if you'd have him. I know that, and still I am crazy about
him. I ain't much to blame, Harriet, if I am foolish. He made me so,
an' 'most any pore, lonely girl like I am would care for a good-looking
man like he is.
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