"You will get along all right. You know a lot more about housekeeping than I do. What I know you taught me."
This was one of Susan's prides--her own skill and her ready pupil's.
"How's dat young man foreber trapsin' aroun' hyar gwine git erlong?"
"Who? Who dat I open de do' for dis ebenin', I wants ter know?"
Frances drooped. A tide of red swept her face from chin to forehead.
"Dat's it, dog-gone him!" said Susan, in her jealous old heart.
The young girl straightened herself proudly and looked her tormentor straight in the eye.
"He's never been 'trapsing,' as you call it," she said with cold haughtiness, "and there'll be neither getting along with or without him as far as I am concerned." She turned and walked out of the room, head high, shoulders straight; and she banged the door a trifle behind her.
"Hi--yi!" chuckled Susan, delighted, "dat's de stuff! Aint gwine git erlong wid or widout him! Aint no dy-away-ed-ness 'bout dat!"
She showed her favor by the hot delicious breakfast she had ready early next morning, and she went cheerily about coaxing Frances to eat and taking no notice of her pale languor except to say, "it was suttenly hard to start abroad befo' sun-up dese mornin's," and altogether bolstering and buoying up Frances.
"Don't stay too long, honey, don't stay too long; I's gwine take good care o' Marse Robert, but don't stay too long," she urged at last, as Frances stood on the low step leading down to the corridor, looking furtively up and down. It was deserted. Susan's one swift glance had told her that, and the quadrangle looked cold and bare: frost glistened on the grass and on the naked branches of the maples, the vine rustled its dry tendrils about the pillar.
"Hurry erlong, chile, or yuh'll miss de train," warned Susan, watching them hastening across the campus before she went back to her work.
The professor, with discomfiture besetting him, had hurried on with Frances. It was altogether too cold and uncomfortable for talk. They caught a car, just made the train; he had scarce had time to think when he came slowly up the stair in the hillside to meet young Montague at the top.
"What are you going to do?" Edward asked after a second's silence.
"I suppose we'll get along somehow. Susan--"