"Oh yes; wait a minute." He waited several minutes, but at length heard her at the door.

His eyes fell upon her hungrily.

She was fresher, her air was more eager, less pitiful.
"Good morning, ma'am," said he.

"I've come to get the breakfast." All she could do was to stand about, wistful, perplexed, dumb.
"Now, ma'am," said he, after he had cooked the breakfast--like in all ways to the supper of the night before--"I'm a-going to ask you to stay here alone a little while to-day.

You ain't afraid, are you ?" "You'll not be gone long?
It's lonesome to me all the time, of course." In reality she was terrified beyond words at the thought of being left alone.
"I know that.