An' pap, he knows er man over in Gardner what's on the railroad, you see, what'll let him have money enough for the trip,--a licker-man, he is,--an' pap's aimin' ter make hit over ter Gardner ter git the money in time ter ketch that there early mornin' train.

Hit's a right smart way over the mountains, but I reckon's how pap'll make hit.

Soon's pap left, I got ter thinkin' what I'd done, an' the more I studied 'bout hit,--'bout Mr.Burns a-havin' ter go ter prison, an' 'bout you-all a-carin' for him the way you does, an' 'bout how happy you was over his book, an'-- an'-- how good you'd been ter me,--the sorrier I got, 'til I just couldn't stand a-thinkin' 'bout hit no longer; an'-- an'-- so I come fast as I could ter tell you.

I 'lowed you'd make out ter fix hit some way so--Mr.Burns won't have ter go ter prison.
Couldn't you-all send--send a telegraph ter the bank man, er somethin'?
I'd git it inter Thompsonville for you, ma'm; an' Mr.Burns, he needn't never know nothin' 'bout hit." Auntie Sue was dressing when Judy finished speaking.

With a physical strength that had its source in her indomitable spirit, she moved about the room making the preparations necessary to her plan, and as she worked she talked to the girl.
"No, Judy, a telegram won't do.