I'll run over this minute and ask if she is there."
"Perhaps my husband had better go, and you and I will remain with mother," said Susan, looking at Biddy's wild face.
"You are right, Miss," answered the girl; "for I'm that scared and flustered, I hardly know what I'm about."
"There is no great cause for alarm," said Susan, calmly; "Nattie is probably safe in some neighbor's house, feeling not a little elated at the thought of the trouble which she is giving us. I am sorry that such is her disposition; but you know it, as well as I do, Biddy."
"Yes, Misthress Stone, 't is thrue; Miss Nattie is a pretty high, naughty girl," said Biddy; "but I should be woful sorry to have harm come to her, for I hope she will get over her bad ways one o' these days, and make a smart woman." Now till this minute, I haven't thought to be askin' ye for a word about her little sister that ye keeps with ye, at your house,—Tiny, as we calls her
