I was in my own room when Rachel came in to me, suddenly and quickly, and very pale.
"Come," she said, "come now, I have got courage to go this moment, but I must not delay.

Come, come!" "Where are you going," I asked.
"You know well," she said impatiently; "to my mother.

See, I am taking nothing valuable with me." She had on a calico morning dress, and plain straw hat.

She had taken the ear-rings out of her ears, the rings off her fingers.
I was ready in an instant, and we went off through the wood together.

I did not attempt to ask her what she meant to do; she was not in a mood for answering questions.