Don't you remember, Harry ?" "Is Auntie Sue at home now, girl ?" asked Mrs.Kent.
Judy's gaze was fixed on the ground as she replied: "I don't know, ma'm.
I ain't got no truck with anybody on yon side the river." "Is there any one living with Auntie Sue ?" asked some one; and in the same breath from another came the question, "Who is Mr.Burns ?" Judy jerked her twisted shoulders and threw up her head with an impatient defiance, as she returned shrilly: "I'm a-tellin' youuns I don't know nothin' 'bout nobody.

Hit ain't no sort er use for youuns ter pester me.

I don't know nothin' 'bout hit, an' I wouldn't tell youuns nothin' if I did." And with this, the mountain girl escaped into the house.
While her friends on the veranda were looking at each other in questioning silence, Mrs.Kent, without a word, turned and walked away into the woods.
As she disappeared among the trees, one of the men said, in a low tone: "You better go after her, Harry.

She is on, all right, that it's Brian Kent.

She never did believe that story about his death, you know.